Poetry Solace: song of myself

This weekend, I will share a portion of Walt Whitman's poem, Song of Myself. Hope you will like it..

Song of Myself

(48)

I have said that the soul is not more than the body,

And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,

And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's-self is,

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks

   to his own funeral, dressed in his shroud, 

And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the

   pick of the earth.

And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod

   confounds the learning of all times,

And there is no trade or employment but the young man

   following it may become a hero,

And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for

   the wheeled universe,

And any man or woman shall stand cool and supereilious

   before a million universes.

And I call to mankind, Be not curious about God,

For I who am curious about each am not curious about God,

No array of terms can say how much I am at peace

   about God and about death.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet I understand

   God not in the least, 

Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful

   than myself.

Why should I wish to see God better than this day?

I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and

   each moment then,

In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my

   own face in the glass;

I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one

   is signed by God's name,

And I leave them where they are, for I know that others

   will punctually come forever and ever.

Have a fun weekend! Stay safe, don't drink and drive!