THE VOICE OF THE RAIN ~Walt Whitman | Leaves of Grass 



AND who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, 

Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:
I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, 

Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed,
  and yet the same, 

I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe, 

And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn; 

And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin,
  and make pure and beautify it
(For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering, 

Reck'd or unreck'd, duly with love returns.)

1 Comment

  • Al Molina

    Al Molina

    Walt Whitman's poetry appeals to me in every way. His cosmic view of existence inspires music of every shape and form. His universal awareness gives lessons of the perception toward all things natural. And what is more natural than music? What I heard here is truly relative and joyous!
    Walt Whitman's poetry appeals to me in every way. His cosmic view of existence inspires music of every shape and form. His universal awareness gives lessons of the perception toward all things natural.
    And what is more natural than music? What I heard here is truly relative and joyous!