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Nature

Walt Withman Poem cut, and thanks to Pexels Vídeos. [Lyrics] The mirror that nature holds is deep and floating and ethereal and faithful, I see my soul reflected in nature— I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as nature, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual and breeding, Mystical, nude, affectionate, Costume manly and free, face sunburnt and bearded, A face of an unaffected animal, A face of one who eats and drinks and is a brawny lover and embracer. I am an open air man—winged, I am also an open water man—aquatic, I want to get out, fly, swim. Is nature rude, free, irregular? If nature be so, do you too be so. I find in all characters that live close to nature, capriciousness, variability, They seem to pattern after nature’s higher rules; A country population in direct contact with natural facts and growths becomes wholesome and pure as nature is. Before the fitting man all nature yields, The skies, trees, hear his voice, And responding they answer all, but not in words, Open, voiceless, mystic, far removed, yet palpable, eloquent. I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns—O grass of graves— If you do not say anything how can I say anything?