cf. Esther Bubley, “A Greyhound bus trip…” (1943)
Wilhelm von Gloeden, Man (ca. 1900)
Unscrew the locks from the doors!
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!
–Whitman, Song Of Myself
Keystone View Company, “In Olden Times…the Stork Would Bring a Baby Sweet and Fair” (1907)
“Out of the cradle endlessly rocking…”
Seven Thirty Seven comin’ out of the sky
Oh! Won’t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride,
I wanna move…
Know’st thou the excellent joys of youth?
Joys of the dear companions and of the merry word and laughing
Joy of the glad light-beaming day, joy of the wide-breath’d games?
Joy of sweet music…
—Walt Whitman, A Song Of Joys
David Falconer, The Columbia River… (detail) (ca. 1973)
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles…
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
—Walt Whitman, “Song Of Myself”
cf. Edward Steichen, On the house-boat–“The Log Cabin” (1908)
A show of the summer softness—a contact of something unseen
—an amour of the light and air,
I am jealous and overwhelm’d with friendliness,
And will go gallivant with the light and air myself.
—Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt…
–Walt Whitman, Crossing Brooklyn Ferry