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  • Walt Whitman’s Woods and his Poem "Miracles"

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    We took a walk today in Walt Whitman’s woods in West Hills, on Long Island, east of New York City.  I highly recommend taking an autumnal hike or stroll if you can.  Then you may feel the truth in Whitman’s line, "As to me I know of nothing else but miracles". There’s much beauty out there.  Here are some photos I took in Walt’s woods, followed by his poem "Miracles", and then recordings of two people reading the poem.

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    Miracles
    by Walt Whitman

    Why, who makes much of a miracle?
    As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
    Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
    Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
    Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
    Or stand under trees in the woods,
    Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
    Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
    Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
    Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
    Or animals feeding in the fields,
    Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
    Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
    Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
    These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
    The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

    To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
    Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
    Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
    Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
    To me the sea is a continual miracle,
    The fishes that swim-the rocks-the motion of the waves-the ships with men in them,
    What stranger miracles are there?

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    MP3 of Miracles read by Jeannette Selig

    MP3 of Miracles read by Mark J. Wilson

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    One Response to “Walt Whitman’s Woods and his Poem "Miracles"”

    1. Ed Gawlinki Says:

      All human beings are in truth kin;
      All in creation share one origin.
      When fate allots a member pangs and pains,
      No ease for other members then remains,
      If, unperturbed, another’s grief canst scan
      Thou are not worthy of the name of human.

      Saadi Sharazi
      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saadi_(poet)

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