{"id":31311,"date":"2016-02-02T18:30:37","date_gmt":"2016-02-02T05:30:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=31311"},"modified":"2016-02-01T23:05:42","modified_gmt":"2016-02-01T10:05:42","slug":"i-saw-in-louisiana-a-live-oak-growing-by-walt-whitman-1819-1892","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2016\/02\/02\/i-saw-in-louisiana-a-live-oak-growing-by-walt-whitman-1819-1892\/","title":{"rendered":"“I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing” by Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892"},"content":{"rendered":"

I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing<\/h3>\n
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I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,<\/div>\n
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,<\/div>\n
Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green,<\/div>\n
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,<\/div>\n
But I wonder\u2019d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not,<\/div>\n
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss,<\/div>\n
And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,<\/div>\n
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,<\/div>\n
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)<\/div>\n
Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;<\/div>\n
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,<\/div>\n
Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,<\/div>\n
I know very well I could not.
\n.<\/span><\/div>\n

by<\/em> Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Source: Leaves of Grass<\/em> (1891-2)<\/em> (1892)<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

To find out more about why I’m posting about trees, click on:<\/p>\n

\"Lime<\/a>

Lime Avenue, planted ca. 1932<\/p><\/div>\n

Speaking for the Trees<\/a><\/h3>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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