Sunday, January 6, 2013

A Clear Midnight, Long Island Poem for Sunday

Manuscript of 'A Clear Midnight'
from the Walt Whitman Archive
A Clear Midnight
Walt Whitman

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes
         thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

'A Clear Midnight' by Walt Whitman from Leaves of Grass.
Reprinted after The Walt Whitman Archive. In public domain.

Manuscript of an early version has the title of this poem as 'A Starry Midnight'. We find the published title 'A Clear Midnight' freed of visual references and thus much stronger. A beautiful poem.

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