Thoreau, off on a tramp, writing by moonlight.
Whitman, bending a sapling to test his paralyzed strength.
Bathing in ponds. Crow-voices. Wild flowers. Bumblebees.
The nighttime parade of stars. The names of ferry-boat captains.
Snow to the waist. Ice-cakes in the river. Big families.
Poetry. Geology. Boot laces. Wild carrots. The end of the war.
My hand on the knob. Your knock on the door.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Bees, Crows, Diaries, Ferry-Boat Captains, Journals, Poems, Poetry, Reading, Snow, Specimen Days, Thoreau, Walt Whitman