(Untitled)

[ece_drihten]

On the subway coming home from my real-life job, all I could think about was Walt Whitman. Not any particular poem (echoes of "Leaves of Grass" whistled in and out of my tired, achy headspace) at the time, but in retrospect, the end of the workaday world evokes in my mind "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry," easily my favorite Whitman poem. It avails not,

Comments

[rosnbery]

CBF is one o fmy favorites too. Every time I cross into Harlem on the train, I think of the line "What is it then between us,? What is the count of the scores of hundreds of years between us?...I too lived, Brooklyn of ample hills was mine."

[hatikvah_42]

Ah, thanks.

Encouragement and perspective are good following on the heels of two sucessive all-nighters.

:)