I know I am deathless …
We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead,
And trillions ahead of them.
Walt Whitman’s poem “Song of Myself” from Leaves of Grass, 1st (1855) edition, editor, Malcolm Cowley. New York: Viking, 1959.
Posted by Kurma on 19/8/08; 8:13:33 AM