Friday, June 10, 2022

The Love of Life


From section 48 of "Song of Myself"
in the 1892 edition of Leaves of Grass
by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.

Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go
Others will punctually come for ever and ever.


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