walt whitman's uncanny prediction--for me?
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin'd, you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call'd by an irresistible call to depart,
You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those who remain behind you,
What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting,
You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach'd hands toward you.
--from Song of the Open Road
You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin'd, you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call'd by an irresistible call to depart,
You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those who remain behind you,
What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting,
You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach'd hands toward you.
--from Song of the Open Road
posted by amy at
9:57 PM
1 Comments:
Hello GuruWorldDominatingWannnnnnaaaaBee!
Just found your blog. Love the Whitman quote. Sometimes the toys of the earth realm lack hold and substance. Pull up the stakes and see what's around the next corner. There are worse ways to spend a day - or all days!
The best to you.
Fred (not his real name, you can probably guess!)
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