Archive for the ‘Leaves of Grass’ Tag

Wooden Wheel Cart 4 comments

Wooden Wheel Cart — Pencil Art by kenne

“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.”

― from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

Posted May 5, 2021 by kenneturner in Art, Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry, Tucson Arizona, Walt Whitman

Tagged with GArden Cart, Leaves of Grass, Pencil Art, Photo-Artistry, Poetry, Tucson Arizona

Capturing The Moment –“Who Includes Diversity, and is Nature . . .” 3 comments

Low Clouds Snow On Mountains (1 of 2) blog Sabino Canyon with Fog in the Valley and Snow on Mt. Lemmon (12/12/07) —
This image by naturalist Phil Bentley captures the essence of Walt Whitman’s poem,”Kosmos”.

Kosmos

BY WALT WHITMAN

Who includes diversity and is Nature,

Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth and the equilibrium also,

Who has not look’d forth from the windows the eyes for nothing, or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing,

Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover,

Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism, spiritualism, and of the æsthetic or intellectual,

Who having consider’d the body finds all its organs and parts good,

Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body understands by subtle analogies all other theories,

The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of these States;

Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in other globes with their suns and moons,

Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,

The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.

Posted December 13, 2014 by kenneturner in Art, Capturing the Moment, Education, Information, Life, Nature, Photography, Poetry

Tagged with Arizona, Kosmos, Leaves of Grass, Mount Lemmon, Naturalist, Phil Bentley, Sabino Canyon, Santa Catalina Mountains, Snow On The Mountains, Sonoran Desert, Thimble Peak, Tucson Arizona, Walt Whitman

Capturing The Moment — “. . . Brings More Beauty Than Words Can Tell.” 6 comments

Sunset Trail Hike Image by kenne

“Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!”

— Nature, Poem 15: The Bee by Emily Dickinson

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“The world is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first,
nature is incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on,
there are divine things well envelop’d,
I swear to you there are divine beings
more beauty than words can tell.”

— from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman,

Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” (leiterreports.typepad.com)
Leaves of Grass (uglicoyote.wordpress.com)

Posted July 18, 2013 by kenneturner in Art, Capturing the Moment, Information, Nature, Photography

Tagged with Bee, bumblebee, Emily Dickinson, Leaves of Grass, Literature, Nature, Song of Myself, song of myself by walt whitman, The Bee, Walt Whitman, writing

“Afoot And Light-hearted, I Take To The Open Road, 1 comment

Image by kenne

“Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune— I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.

The earth—that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
I know they are very well where they are;
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens;
I carry them, men and women—I carry them with me wherever I go;
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them;
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)

You road I enter upon and look around!
I believe you are not all that is here;
I believe that much unseen is also here.”

– Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road,” Leaves of Grass, 1890.

kenne