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Poetry Friday: The Mystic Trumpeter by Walt Whitman

June 3rd, 2016 (06:00 am)

Current Mood: excited
Current Song: Stone by Alessia Cara

Hark! some wild trumpeter - some strange musician,
Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.

I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, I catch thy notes,
Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,
Now low, subdued - now in the distance lost.

- the opening lines of The Mystic Trumpeter by Walt Whitman

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Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: June 4th, 2016 11:19 am (UTC)

I had a sleepless night last night (was it the one small square of chocolate? the one beer?) and I wish I could have been lulled by a wild trumpeter in the night...

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: June 4th, 2016 03:46 pm (UTC)

Wishing you a restful weekend.

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