Thursday, December 27, 2018


Threescore Years and Ten

Walt Whitman (1819-1892), "Queries to My Seventieth Year," November Boughs (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1888), p. 21:
Approaching, nearing, curious,
Thou dim, uncertain spectra — bringest thou life or death?
Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier?
Or placid skies and sun? Wilt stir the waters yet?
Or haply cut me short for good? Or leave me here as now,
Dull, parrot-like and old, with crack'd voice harping, screeching?

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