Here is a little Walt Whitman poem that my friend Rodrigo sent me. Thank you, Rodrigo, for helping out around the Stuff Pages, and keeping the whole thing moving along. You’re a lifesaver! We adore you here at the Vampire’s Wife. With love, Susie. x
A CLEAR MIDNIGHT
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless.
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.