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THERE WAS A CHILD
WENT FORTH
By Walt Whitman
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There was a child went forth
each day;
And the first object he looked upon,
that object he became;
And that object became part of him
for the day,
or a certain part of the day,
or for many years, or stretching
cycles of years.
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The early lilacs became part of
this child,
And grass, and white and red
morning-glories,
and white and red clover, and
the song of the phoebe-bird,
And the Third-month lambs,
and the sow's pink-faint
litter, and the mare's foal,
and the cow's calf,
And the noisy brood of the barnyard..........
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..................His own parents,
He that father'd him, and she
that had conceiv'd him in her womb,
and birth'd him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that;
They gave him afterward every day.......
Friday, April 17, 2009
There Was A Child
xCfrom: Leaves of Grass (1891)
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THERE WAS A CHILD
WENT FORTH
By Walt Whitman
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There was a child went forth
each day;
And the first object he looked upon,
that object he became;
And that object became part of him
for the day,
or a certain part of the day,
or for many years, or stretching
cycles of years.
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The early lilacs became part of
this child,
And grass, and white and red
morning-glories,
and white and red clover, and
the song of the phoebe-bird,
And the Third-month lambs,
and the sow's pink-faint
litter, and the mare's foal,
and the cow's calf,
And the noisy brood of the barnyard..........
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..................His own parents,
He that father'd him, and she
that had conceiv'd him in her womb,
and birth'd him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that;
They gave him afterward every day.......
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Whitman, you can never beat a good Whitman on a rainy day like the one we're having. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Hello Lyn, or should I say Linny or Minny?!
ReplyDeleteJust popping over here to see the other you - and you're rather nice! Thanks for explaining your Blog title. I had wondered about that! And I like the pic you chose for your spiritual warriors. There is a huge mural in the Royal Palace in Bangkok of which it reminded me. And now we have a child going forth. I suppose we are all like that - the sum of our genes, our experiences, our hopes and dreams.
I wish you well in your second life.
Greetings to A Cuban-
ReplyDeleteThank you..sorry about the rainy day..we have sunshine and 70 deg. today! About time..
Hi Derrick-
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for stopping by. I am having an identity crisis, namewise..whatever! I guess here I'm Minny Blue (if I can remember).
I think the child takes it all along on the trip through life!