by Walt Whitman

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;

How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,

A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?....

Warm Summer Sun

Warm Summer Sun
by Mark Twain


Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

And You Thought You Were the Only One

And You Thought You Were the Only One
by Mark Bibbins


Someone waits at my door. Because he is
dead he has time but I have my secrets--

this is what separates us from the dead.
See, I could order take-out or climb down

the fire escape, so it's not as though he
is keeping me from anything I need.

While this may sound like something I made up,
it is not; I have forgotten how to

lie, despite all my capable teachers.
Lies are, in this way, I think, like music

and all is the same without them as with.
The fluid sky retains regret, then bursts.

He is still there, standing in the hall, insisting
he is someone I once knew and wanted,

come laden with gifts he cannot return.
If I open the door he'll flash and fade

like heat lightning behind a bank of clouds
one summer night at the edge of the world.

After the Dazzle of Day

After the Dazzle of Day

After the dazzle of day is gone

Only the dark night shows to my eyes the stars;

After the clangor of organ majestic or chorus or perfect band

Silent athwart my soul moves the symphony true.
WALT WHITMAN.

decide to give or to lose

It's good to feel alive by the way you give. It's bad to find your friends or those around you playing ignorant when it comes to share their knowledge with you. How generous one should be not to fear giving away all in his hand.
Does a man lose if he let others learn part of what he's privileged to learn in the past?
Is life a game of gain and not to lose?