Long enough have you dream’d contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.
Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.
From Song of Myself by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
Best Viewed Large On Black - Otaki Beach, Winter Solstice June 2009 [?]
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Wading in the Rays
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