The Voice of the Rain

The Voice Of The Rain ~ Walt Whitman

And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain, Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed, and yet the same, I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe, And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn; And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin, and make pure and beautify it; (For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wander- ing, Reck'd or unreck'd. duly with love returns.) .....

As Walt Whitman was born on this day in 1819, I could not let the day pass without marking it in some way......

And here is to the end of May, a very hectic month, proven by my lack of activity here, but I promise to make amends and remedy that throughout June :)

Lighthouse Lane

Lighthouse Lane by Jo Bradford

"Leaves of Grass"

I stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak,

Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing,

(nothing but sea and sky,)

The tossing waves, the foam,

the ships in the distance,

The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps -

-that inbound urge and urge of waves,

Seeking the shores forever.

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