I thought I would share my favorite poem with you all. It has been my favorite since about 1998 when I first read it in a high school English class (its theme seemed quite ironic to me at the time, as anyone who has endured the over-analysis of English classes may well understand). Anyway, without further ado, Walt Whitman's When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer:
When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
2 comments:
I like this poem as well.
What a wonderful way to learn . . . solitary reflection.
-A
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