Okay, I'm not a huge fan of Walt Whitman but there is one poem I do like from him. I'm pretty happy that for my finals in my American Literature class I have an option to memorize this poem. Instead of a Wordless Wednesday post today, I'm going to share this poem.
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Also for my finals I have to write a 10 page paper. The topic I picked for that was comparing
the fear usage by Poe and Hawthorne. Exciting. I'll have to stretch everything to barely get
10 pages. How exciting. -.- I'm so glad that next week is my last week for spring