A Clear Midnight
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.
by Walt Whitman
Excerpt from Leaves of Grass
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Of Rain and Air
All day I have been closed up
inside rooms, speaking of trivial
matters. Now at last I have come out
into the night, myself a center
of darkness.
Beneath the clouds the low sky glows
with scattered lights. I can hardly think
this is happening. Here in this bright absence
of day, I feel myself opening out
with contentment.
All around me the soft rain is whispering
of thousands of feet of air
invisible above us.
by Wayne Dodd
from Sometimes Music Rises: Poems
Photograph by Lili Wang, man experiencing “Rain Room” art installation
at the Barbican Centre, London, England.
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