I've been reading Walt Whitman lately, and loving his work all over again. It takes me back to my bright and happy days at The University of Kansas in grad school, when I first discovered this wild and loving poet. Reading him these past few days, I feel again the sense that the universe is a large and spectacular place, and that I need to forget about my own bothersome concerns and focus more on the amazing details surrounding me on this vast planet. Reading his poetry makes me feel way more alive, more alert, more surrounded by small, fascinating wonders.
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