Out of the Rolling Ocean…

Dewdrop (1948), MC Escher

 
 

Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering I love you, before long I die,
I have travel’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.
Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe,
Return in peace to the ocean my love,
I too am part of that ocean my love, we are not so much separated,
Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
Be not impatient–a little space–know you I salute the air, the
ocean and the land,
Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love.

 

Walt Whitman

Great Piece of Turf

Das große Rasenstück (Great Piece of Turf), Albretch Dürer. 1503

 
 

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“A child said, What is the grass?

fetching it to me with full hands;

How could I answer the child?..

I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition,

out of hopeful green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,

A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,

Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners,

that we may see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child

. . . .the produced babe of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,

And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,

Growing among black folks as among white,

Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff,

I give them the same, I receive them the same…”

 

(Taken from Song of Myself)

Walt Whitman