Wanderful Words No. 2: The Beauty of Freedom

by Ekua on October 2, 2009 in wanderful words

An excerpt from Walt Whitman’s poem, “Song of the Open Road”:

From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

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