“I believe in the flesh and the appetites,
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a
miracle.
Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd
from,
The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.“
Remembering Walt Whitman on his birthday.
"Sounds of the Winter
Sounds of the winter too,
Sunshine upon the mountains - many a distant strain
From cheery railroad train - from nearer field, barn, house,
The whispering air - even the mute crops, garner'd apples, corn,
Children's and women's tones - rhythm of many a farmer and of flail,
An old man's garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt."
#poetrymatters @TheSpineView
#Highway
Read the whole poem here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48859/song-of-the-open-road
“I have learned that to be with those I like is enough” Walt Whitman . I had an amazing time over NYE with my fiancé‘s family at our little #party #auldlangreads
When I was a teenager, this movie definitely fueled my already growing love of poetry, and introduced me to the phrase Carpe Diem. ❤️📚 #CarpeDiem #FallintoBooks @RealLifeReading
The Complete Poems | 
