by Whitman · Cluster: Birds · Music and Song · Nightingale
Abstract
A short free-verse lyric weighing great books against the simple joy of a caged bird’s song; themes of nature, the book and joy.
Connections
Motifs: Birds, Music and Song, Book Reading Themes & Concepts: Joy, Self-Knowledge
Testo integrale / Full text
Cluster: SANDS AT SEVENTY
Did we count great, O soul, to penetrate the themes of mighty books, Absorbing deep and full from thoughts, plays, speculations? But now from thee to me, caged bird, to feel thy joyous warble, Filling the air, the lonesome room, the long forenoon, Is it not just as great, O soul?