Facing west, from California’s shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,
Look off the shores of my Western Sea – the circle almost circled;
For, starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
From Asia – from the north – from the God, the sage and the hero,
From the south – from the flowerly peninsulas, and the spice islands;
Long having wander’d since – round the earth having wander’d,
Now I face home again – very pleas’d and joyous;
(But where is what I started for, so long ago?
And why is it yet unfound?)
My recent obsession with walt whitman’s poetry was, ironically, inspired by a Levi’s jeans commercial that featured whitman’s poems “Pioneers! O, Pioneers” and “America”. After my last post, it seems like this was just what I needed in my life. Just thought I would share that.