Every moment of light and dark is a miracle. WALT WHITMAN
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars. WALT WHITMAN
If ever I'm feeling down, dispirited, depressed, lacking in motivation and self-belief, I turn to Walt Whitman. His poetry is so open, so free, so celebratory, so life-enhancing. He believed in joyful self-affirmation — quite a different thing from egocentricity — and embraced wholeheartedly the endless variety and contradictory nature of life, being and the self.
Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats
Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
(For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes,
the old, the incessant war?)
You degradations, you tussle with passions and appetites,
You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds the sharpest of all!)
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses,
You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of any;)
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis!
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth,
It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies beneath me,
It shall yet stand up the soldier of ultimate victory.
WALT WHITMAN Leaves of Grass