Listen to:
I Saw in Louisiana a Live Oak (1:18)
by Walt Whitman
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the
branches;
Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves
of dark green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of
myself;
But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves, standing
alone there, without its friend, its lover near—for I knew I could not;
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon
it, and twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away—and I have placed it in sight in my
room;
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them;)
Yet it remains to me a curious token—it makes me think of
manly love;
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in
Louisiana, solitary, in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a
lover, near,
I know very well I could not.
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