Walt Whitman, born May 31, 1819

 

a variation on a ghazal




Leaves of Grass

 

I have gained age, and lost Self, among the leaves of grass

Sought refuge and rejuvenation among the leaves of grass

 

I ran and wrestled, in youth, among the leaves of grass

Pitched and batted and caught among the leaves of grass

 

My mother's perspicacious gift to me was Leaves of Grass

Electrified, I was, by songs I read among the leaves of grass

 

My love and I held hands in Lincoln Park among the leaves of grass

Oblivious, lost, as we were, in each other, among the leaves of grass

 

My love and I came to live and work among the leaves of grass

Build a home and raise our children among the leaves of grass

 

My children found their way among the leaves of grass

Now seek their way, no longer among the leaves of grass

  

I counted season by births and deaths among the leaves of grass

Clouds parted, sunlight filled my soul, among the leaves of grass

 

Tractors circled fields, making hay, among the leaves of grass

Swallows by the score came to feast above the leaves of grass

 

Something precious slipped away among the leaves of grass

Work’s relentlessness wearied me among the leaves of grass

 

I learned to hush, and listen, as I rode among the leaves of grass

Heard horses’ chuff and breezes’ song among the leaves of grass 

 

Solitude and self-reliance came to me among the leaves of grass

Loneliness, doubt, and fear came too, among the leaves of grass

 

My love and I still walk hand in hand among the leaves of grass

Recount the past, gaze ahead, pause, among the leaves of grass

 

I have learned all and nothing among the leaves of grass

Carry no certainties, but one, among the leaves of grass

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-31 at 15:45

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is how life is lived. Nice work, Jim.
2021-05-31