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Walking with Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass – Inscriptions – In Cabin’d Ships at Sea

Walking with Walt Whitman A daily installment from Leaves of Grass. ~ ❦ ~ Inscriptions In Cabin’d Ships at Sea In cabin’d ships at sea, The boundless blue on every side expanding, With whistling winds and music of the waves, … Continue reading

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “’T is so much joy!” (Life, 4)

’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so This side the victory! Life is but … Continue reading

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Walking with Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass – Inscriptions – As I Ponder’d in Silence

Walking with Walt Whitman A daily installment from Leaves of Grass. ~ ❦ ~ Inscriptions As I Ponder’d in Silence As I ponder’d in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect, … Continue reading

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Soul, wilt thou toss again?” (Life, 3)

‌ Soul, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all. Angels’ breathless ballot Lingers to record thee; Imps in eager caucus Raffle for my soul. ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ … Continue reading

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Walking with Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass – Inscriptions – One’s-Self I Sing

Walking with Walt Whitman A daily installment from Leaves of Grass. ~ ❦ ~ Inscriptions One’s-Self I Sing One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I … Continue reading

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Our share of night to bear” (Life, 2)

‌ Our share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way. Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards—day! … Continue reading

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Word Cloud: SYNTHESIS

by Nona Blyth Cloud The United States is a nation of borrowers. What we borrow is stuff from other cultures: words, food, music, clothing – whatever catches our eyes and ears. Then we put our own spin on it, or combine … Continue reading

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Walking with Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass – Title-page epigraph

Walking with Walt Whitman A daily installment from Leaves of Grass ~ ❦ ~ [Title page epigraph] Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after return, Or, long, … Continue reading

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Success is counted sweetest” (Life, 1)

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, … Continue reading

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The Coffee Shop – Wilfred Owen: “Dulce et Decorum Est”

Wilfred Owen, one of the great poets of World War 1, was born in England in 1893. He enlisted in 1915, and was commissioned as a second lieutenant in the Manchester Regiment. By early 1917, he had undergone several traumatic … Continue reading

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