Saturday, April 9, 2011

in the open air...

The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is
not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road.

O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not--if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied,
adhere to me?

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.

I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all
free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever
beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.

--Walt Whitman


Judy Williams said...

A lovely tribute to the roads that criss-cross the landscapes of our lives. Now Fair Oaks? that's another story.

Trish said...

out on the edge of town, where a confluence of roads merge and separate, white puffs of cotton balls hover overhead, Walt Whitman expounds on this glorious photo.

TheChieftess said...

Gorgeous sky Laurie!!!

South Pas Mom said...

Great great great post.

Judy Williams said...

A bit of a stretch, but I love King of the Road

Laurie said...

Thanks, everyone!