Walt Whitman was one of the forefathers of the great 20th century poets, authors and artists.  He was truly born under a creative star, and his light shines down on us to this day.    I thought I would take this chance to share his light with you.

Poets to Come

Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!

not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,

But you,  a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,

Arouse! for you must justify me

 

 

I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,

I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.

I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face,

Leaving it to you to prove and define it,

Expecting the main things from you.

I Sing the Body Electric

I sing the body electric,

The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,

They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,

And discorrupt them, and change them full with the charge of the soul.

 

 

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?

And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?

And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul?

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

— both poems by Walt Whitman, taken from Laws for Creations