Friday, December 14, 2012

Absolute Faith

photo by Lindsay Smith

The words of the true poems
by Walt Whitman
from Leaves of Grass

The words of the true poems give you more than poems,
They give you to form for yourself, poems, religions, politics, war, peace,
behavior, histories, essays, romances, and everything else,
They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes,
They do not seek beauty— they are sought,
Forever touching them, or close upon them, follows beauty, longing, fain,
love-sick.

They prepare for death—yet are they not the finish, but rather the outset,
They bring none to his or her terminus, or to be content and full;
Whom they take, they take into space, to behold the birth of stars, to learn one of the meanings,
To launch off with absolute faith— to sweep through the ceaseless rings, and never be quiet again.

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2 comments:

Matt Goodfellow said...

'Sweep through the ceaseless rings' is fantastic!

Author Amok said...

Beautiful, Tabatha. The first line grabs me, "The words of the true poems" and how there is more to them than the poem itself.