Saturday, February 11, 2006

Today was a hard, wintery, lonely day. I dedicate today's journal entry to myself with these soothing sentiments by the Grandfather of American Poetry, Whitman:
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I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and
their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

[poem by walt whitman; it's the first few lines in "song of myself"]

[photo by eden batki, big sur, ca, 1.21.06.]

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