Friday, September 16, 2011

Poetry Friday: From Under the Pile

My poetry blogging hiatus this summer was a double-edged sword. On the plus side, I got a lot of work done for my little side project (click the snazzy EE logo on the Small Nouns homepage to find out more). However, I was away from poetry for way too long...I missed reading poems. I missed blogging about poems. I'm not exaggerating when I say something was obviously missing from my life. It just wasn't the same.

So now I'm back and another benefit of taking the blogging break is that the poems have piled up. And I've got tons of reading and blogging material to choose from.

This Poetry Friday, I'd like to share one from the bottom of the poems that have piled up, waiting for me to read and write about them. It was one of the first to be delivered to my inbox (thanks to the Poem A Day subscription) earlier this summer. I hope you like it:

by Walt Whitman

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, 
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, 
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, 
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of
   the water, 
Or stand under trees in the woods, 
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
   with any one I love, 
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest, 
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car, 
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
Or animals feeding in the fields, 
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, 
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
   quiet and bright, 
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; 
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, 
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

Read the rest of the poem here. I do love Whitman. And miracles. And knowing nothing else but them seems like a good outlook to have.

Poetry Friday today is being hosted by Amy at The Poem Farm and there are so many good poems to read about there today. You've just got to check it out!


  1. So beautiful. I am pasting this one in my book.

    And whoa! I would not call ee a "little side project!" I'll be checking this out more...thank you! I have lots to learn in this arena.


  2. I also adore Walt Whitman. And I can sympathize when you noted that you missed blogging about poetry - we have skipped two Fridays over at GatheringBooks - and I do feel that something is missing! Truly missed posting for Poetry Friday. Welcome back to you too.

    I have a weathered and much-loved copy of Leaves of Grass. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem. This is my favorite line: "the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring" - sounds very sensual and beautiful.

    Thank you for sharing this.

  3. Welcome back! What fun to have so many piles to nestle piles of leaves. Thank you for this miracle; it's going into my notebook.

    And whoa! Your "little side project" is huge! I look forward to learning from it and sending teachers your way too.


    ps - I tried to post this last night and am not sure if it went through...