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Whitman, Walt - Leaves of Grass - My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach
Identifier
005815
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
According to some observers, everything has a sound, even things which in normal life don’t have a ‘sound’ can have a sound when you are having a vision
A description of the experience
Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds
Speech is the twin of vision – it is unequal to measure itself
It says sarcastically, Walt, you understand enough – why don’t you let it out then?
I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen
And accrue what I hear into myself – and let sounds contribute towards me
I hear the bravura of birds
The bustle of the growing wheat
Gossip of flames
Clack of sticks cooking meals
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I hear the violincello of man’s heart complain
And hear the keyed cornet or else the echo of sunset