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Whitman, Walt - Leaves of Grass - Celestial chorus
Identifier
005856
Type of Spiritual Experience
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A description of the experience
Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass
I hear the chorus – it is a grand opera – this indeed is music
The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies
It wrenches unnameable ardours from my breast
It throbs me to gulps of the farthest down horror
It sails me – I dab with bare feet, they are licked by the indolent waves
I am exposed – cut by bitter and poisoned hail
Steeped amid honeyed morphine – my windpipe squeezed in the fates of death
Let up again to tell the puzzles of puzzles
And that we call Being