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Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, 1855

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2 Responses to “Open Hope”

  1. jkkelley Says:
    May 10th, 2007 at 2:46 pm

    All truths wait in all things,

    They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,

    They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,

    The insignificant is as big to me as any,

    (What is less or more than a touch?)

    –from Songs of Myself, Wally Whitman

  2. jkkelley Says:
    May 10th, 2007 at 2:51 pm

    oops! See how obsessive I am…now I want to edit my comment, but your system won’t let me. So:

    –from Song of Myself, Wally (he is my bud, after all) Whitman

    And I do go back to read by own blog entries, suffer small deaths when I catch my typos, and edit them. What can I say?

    If you fall in love anew (and you will), ask me for my favorite Whitman poem for lovers.

    best, jkkelley

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