“I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing” by Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892
Feb
02
2016
I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing
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 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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by Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892
Source: Leaves of Grass (1891-2) (1892)
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I am starting my year in poetry by featuring poems that focus on trees — but which also highlight the human emoional and psychological connection to trees. I thought this one was particularly interesting, in that respect.
To find out more about why I’m posting about trees, click on:
Lime Avenue, planted ca. 1932
