Ever and Ever

Ever and Ever

“My head slues round on my neck
Music rolls, but not from the organ
Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.

Ever the hard, unsunk ground
Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun,
ever the the air and the ceaseless tides,
Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real,
Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn’d thumb,
that breath of itches and thirsts,
Ever the vexer’s hoot! hoot! till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth,

Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life,
Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.”

-Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass-

 

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