Walt Whitman Pursuing Beauty

WALT WHITMAN PURSUING BEAUTY ( In his 200 Aniversary ) His Biosphere, his Biorealm, his Bioprovince His Bioregion, his Biolocale Beat plunged humming “Leaves of Grass” Throught drunken twisted paths Stumbling pleasures and thinking about The quality of being different Transparent, unthinkable Just talking from experience Tracing the tread of our heads Into a web and so mysterious and clear. Despite the Presbyterian pastor’ words Ralph Smith Saying with envy and burr: - Walter is a Freeroamer of Love That has converted the Locust Grove School In a School of Sodoma Or the John Peter Lesley’s, geologist: -Walter is a “pretencious gil” And his Leaves of Grass Are “profane and obscene trash” Walter and his Leaves of Grass Still are a promise and a delight. We’ve been thinking about his offer And their answer is a strong tentative yes. I love it: His new possible consciousness of the Earth Filled with demons – making scenes Of Love and Freedom Wastings what he has given to You and me: Leaves of Grass And its natural science: that the Earth Is the center of the attention Not another’s manipulation on it. It is a lovely pamphlet of possible Life. O honey Walter, You’re an acorus calamus I love You.