Friday, October 9, 2015
Song Of Myself, IX Comments
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The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready,
The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon,
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,
The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.
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Dr Antony Theodore
14 May 2019
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow. Walt Whitman's greatness. thank u. tony
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7/31/2025 3:59:03 PM # 1.0.0
A willingness to help in manual labour on a farm is in itself poetic. To be in the moment.