by Whitman · Cluster: Nature · Book of Nature · Natural Order
Abstract
Hidden under snow and ice, infinite germinal buds wait latent throughout earth and cosmos, urging slowly forward in endless unborn becoming.
Connections
Motifs: Nature, Winter, Flowers, Stars Themes & Concepts: Immortality, Self and Cosmos, Wonder and Gratitude Forms & Genres: Free Verse
Testo integrale / Full text
Cluster: GOOD-BYE MY FANCY
Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well,
Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch,
Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn,
Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping;
Billions of billions, and trillions of trillions of them waiting,
(On earth and in the sea—the universe—the stars there in the
heavens,)
Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless,
And waiting ever more, forever more behind.