A Clear Midnight
by Walt Whitman
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, death and the stars.
November 24th, 2016 at 8:17PM
http://www.cbc.ca/radio/writersandcompany/sharon-olds-on-the-joy-and-peril-of-writing-deeply-personal-poetry-1.3819129
November 25th, 2016 at 10:06PM
http://radioopensource.org/swingin-zadie-smith/