“To me, every hour of the
light and dark is a miracle,
Every inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is
spread with the same,
Every cubic foot of the
interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass—the frames, limbs, organs,
of men and women, and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.”—American poet and editor Walt Whitman (1819-1892), “Poem of Perfect Miracles,” in Leaves of Grass (1856 edition)
Every inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is
spread with the same,
Every spear of grass—the frames, limbs, organs,
of men and women, and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.”—American poet and editor Walt Whitman (1819-1892), “Poem of Perfect Miracles,” in Leaves of Grass (1856 edition)
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