light on the river
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more
Just to share...
if you ever love sitting through Opera or a Play download this
and listen. Just spent 37 minutes (a downpour on the roof)
with James Earl Jones reading parts of Whitman's "Song of Myself".
Tomorrow I will play it loud through the house
so it goes out onto the water
and travels bouncing into the throats of buttercups,
wherever they are, shining to open.
Truly, people will listen to this recording 1,000 years from now.
Compliments of the 92nd Street Y