Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman

“O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; 
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; 
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) 
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d; 
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me; 
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined; 
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? 


That you are here—that life exists, and identity; 
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.” 
― Walt WhitmanLeaves of Grass

To celebrate Robin Williams, who touched my heart...


Luke said...

Excellent selection for such a tragic passing.

diane said...

a big loss... beautiful homage..

zoe said...

an excellent find, and perfect, yes. thank you!

Cynthia Reyes said...

Lovely, Vesna. Thank you.