114 Of 365 (366) For 2012

[ All credit to sandswimmer, whose lovely picture may be found here. ]

“I know I have the best of time and space – and that I was never measured,

and never will be measured.”

[ Walt WhitmanLeaves of GrassSong of Myself (46) ]

8 thoughts on “114 Of 365 (366) For 2012

    • Awe, thanks Jennifer: So swept away by your sincerity right now! 😉

      Isn’t the photo just marvelous?! You really should check out more of sandswimmers amazing photos on her Flickr stream ( I linked back to it and this photo below the photo)! And the quote: Well I’m glad you appreciate Whitman the same way I do – You’ve got excellent taste, Lady! 😉

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment: I really appreciate it!

      🙂 K.

    • Isn’t that photo lovely? I’m in love with it! And I envy the girl her smile of utter freedom, a bit 😉 As for Whitman – I said it before I’ll say it again: You’ve got great taste! 😀

    • That’s beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing, riddletounfold 😀

      I was reading and re-reading a bit and stumbled across this:

      In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less,
      And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

      I know I am solid and sound,
      To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,
      All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.

      Also from Leaves – Well, also from Song of Myself I guess I should say… 😉

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment, I really do appreciate it 🙂 K.

  1. No, thank you, K–anything that makes me go back and look at Whitman’s work is a small gift in my day. That said–here’s another line I love to read and re-read:

    Daughter of the lands did you wait for your poet?
    Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?

    I know the answer to this one myself. I did not. Poets are sometimes difficult to spot when a girl is looking for a practical harbor in which to dock. But I came to realize there are many many poetic souls in this world and, if the harbor I found is not manned by a poet, that is alright, the poets will always allow themselves to be found. Perhaps the daughter of the lands found her poet within?

    • Oh, I love your last line “Perhaps the daughter of the lands found her poet within” – Breathtakingly beautiful.

      These lines touched me deeply. I think I’ll keep them close by in the days to come – Thank you (again) 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s