Walt Whitman Pen on paper sketch.  Below is an excerpt from one of my favorite poems of his. Not a terribly original choice but oh well.   Crossing Brooklyn Ferry  These, and all else, were to me the same as they are to you;  50I project myself a moment to tell you—also I return.   I loved well those cities; I loved well the stately and rapid river; The men and women I saw were all near to me; Others the same—others who look back on me, because I look’d forward to them;  55(The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.)

Walt Whitman

Pen on paper sketch. 

Below is an excerpt from one of my favorite poems of his.

Not a terribly original choice but oh well.  

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 

These, and all else, were to me the same as they are to you;  50I project myself a moment to tell you—also I return.   I loved well those cities; I loved well the stately and rapid river; The men and women I saw were all near to me; Others the same—others who look back on me, because I look’d forward to them;  55(The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.)

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