perspective
After the dazzle of day is gone,
Only the dark, 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, Leaves of Grass
That’s when my defenses come down, that’s when real honesty happens, in the evening, after the sun is gone. And it’s a brilliant thing when the dazzle is gone, and the darkness reveals the stars. When silence settles around you and cuts to the core, and the song lingers on and moves you still. Sometimes it’s not until the day is done that you realize it was so beautiful.
Only the dark, 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, Leaves of Grass
That’s when my defenses come down, that’s when real honesty happens, in the evening, after the sun is gone. And it’s a brilliant thing when the dazzle is gone, and the darkness reveals the stars. When silence settles around you and cuts to the core, and the song lingers on and moves you still. Sometimes it’s not until the day is done that you realize it was so beautiful.
posted by chris at 09:52
1 Comments:
its one thirty am. the day is done and the night is lingering. (and i am pregnant and the kicking and the changes in my body have siezed my sleep for the time being) tim and i just saw belle and sebastian and i was dancing while standing still. that's one of the ways i know i have a soul.
p.s. i love your blog. very insightful.
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