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Tuesday, June 12, 2018

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing


I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing
by Walt Whitman

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark
green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,
But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there
without its friend near, for I knew I could not,
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and
twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)
Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary
in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,
I know very well I could not.



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2 comments:

  1. SusanJune 12, 2018 at 7:22 AM

    A truly lovely poem, Joe. And that is a TREE in your picture. Wow! :-)

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  2. Dave RJune 12, 2018 at 6:13 PM

    Oh dear, Walt's gone a bit woody again. This one is so much better than "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed," which is almost eternally long.

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