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“A Clear Midnight” by Walt Whitman

July 30, 2012 | Musings

The poem for this week is “A Clear Midnight” by Walt Whitman, which is taken from Leaves of Grass. This poem has a very concise sort of beauty that is striking.


A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, death, and the stars.


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