Just chilling out. Have been looking at the poetry of Walt Whitman. I like it because it is easier for me to understand than other poets.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRFY2GrX0JM
Song of Myself, XI
Walt Whitman, 1819 - 1892
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRFY2GrX0JM
Song of Myself, XI
Walt Whitman, 1819 - 1892
Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore,
Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly;
Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.
Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly;
Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.
She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,
She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.
She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.
Which of the young men does she like the best?
Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
Where are you off to, lady? for I see you,
You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather,
The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.
The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.
The beards of the young men glisten’d with wet, it ran from their long
hair,
Little streams pass’d over their bodies.
hair,
Little streams pass’d over their bodies.
An unseen hand also pass’d over their bodies,
It descended trembling from their temples and ribs.
It descended trembling from their temples and ribs.
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun,
they do not ask who seizes fast to them,
They do not know who puffs and declines with the pendant and bending
arch,
They do not think whom they souse with spray.
they do not ask who seizes fast to them,
They do not know who puffs and declines with the pendant and bending
arch,
They do not think whom they souse with spray.
