National Poetry Month
Since April is National Poetry Month, I've decided to post some old and new favorite poems throughout the month. I don't have time to post a new one every day, but I'll try for at least 1–2 per week. To start things off, our greatest poet, Walt Whitman, from Song of Myself:
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d; They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied—not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;