Monday Morning Whitman – for Texas

Courtesy of Project Gutenberg, here are some words of hope from Leaves of Grass in honor of the people of Texas who are fighting for their lives and homes. They have showed courage and compassion for their neighbors in the face of crippling adversity and loss of life.

If you’re wondering how you can help, visit this Cupcakes and Cashmere post for a comprehensive list of Texas aid organizations. One organization that you can contribute to in two minutes or less is the Houston Food Bank.

The verse below is a short excerpt of the much longer poem.

Scented Herbage of My Breast

  Scented herbage of my breast,
  Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards,
  Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me above death,
  Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall not freeze you
      delicate leaves,
  Every year shall you bloom again, out from where you retired you
      shall emerge again;

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