Walt Whitman Poems: A Clear Midnight.

Skies in the deep of Winter are so clear you can see stars you may not see any other time of the year.

All Eyes on Oldest Recorded Supernova

All Eyes on Oldest Recorded Supernova (Photo credit: Smithsonian Institution)

This poem seems most appropriate now to comfort those of us left behind.


A Clear Midnight


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.




Walt Whitman



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