Tuesday, May 28, 2013

American pie

The sum of all known reverence I add up in you, whoever you are; The President is there in the White House for you--it is not you who are here for him; The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you--not you here for them; The Congress convenes every twelfth month for you; Laws, courts, the forming of States, the charters of cities, the going and coming of commerce and mails, are all for you.  
List close, my scholars dear! All doctrines, all politics and civilisation, exsurge from you; All sculpture and monuments, and anything inscribed anywhere, are tallied in you; The gist of histories and statistics, as far back as the records reach, is in you this hour, and myths and tales the same; If you were not breathing and walking here, where would they all be? The most renowned poems would be ashes, orations and plays would be vacuums.

— Walt Whitman

1 comment:

  1. What a wonderful juxtaposition of image and quote, dear Ruth! If you were not breathing and walking here, indeed!

    And btw, Astrid made a rhubarb pie the other day...to die for. As the Dutch say, "it was like an angel peeing on my tongue!"


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