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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer


Whenever I get too analytical or neurotic, I read this poem.

I read this poem a lot.

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 the 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.

- Walt Whitman



(Seriously, Walt Whitman was a genius).

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