Poem: "Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone." by Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass)
Photo: "Branches, Above" by Me
Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone
Not meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and
bare, like eagles' talons,)
But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future
spring, some summer - bursting forth,
To verdant leaves, or sheltering shade - to nourishing
fruit,
Apples and grapes - stalwart limbs of trees emerg-
ing - the fresh, free, open air,
And love and faith, like scented roses blooming.

"Branches, Above"


1 comment:
Really cool. Is that at home or in NJ?
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