Tuesday, March 16, 2010

"There was a child went forth..." by Walt Whitman


This is in dedication to my parents who told me stories, showed me the joy of a good read, and walked with me around this lovely natural world and pointed out the caterpillar, the lilac and the berries by the pond...


"There was a child went forth every day, and the first object she look'd upon, that object she became, and that object became part of her for the day or a certain part of the day, or for many years or stretching cycles of years. The early lilacs became part of this child, and grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird, and the Third-month lambs and the sow's pink-faint litter, and the mare's foal and the cow's calf, and the noisy brood of the barnyard or by the mire of the pondside, and the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there, and the beautiful curious liquid, and the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part of her. The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of her, winter-grain sprouts and those of the light-yellow corn, and the esculent roots of the garden, and the apple-trees cover'd with blossoms and the fruit afterward, and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road, and the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the tavern whence he had lately risen, and the schoolmistress that pass'd on her way to the school, and the friendly boys that pass'd, and the quarrelsome boys, and the tidy and fresh-cheek'd girls... and all the changes of city and country wherever she went. Her own parents, he that had father'd her and she that had conceiv'd her in her womb and birth'd him, they gave this child more of themselves that that, they gave her afterward everyday, they became part of her. The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table, the mother with mild words, clean her cap and gown, a wholesome odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by. The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly..." (just and good. I changed the words abit here.) "The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture, the yearning and swelling heart, affection that will not by gainsay'd, the sense of what is real, the thought if after all it should prove unreal, the doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time, the curious whether and how, whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks? Men and women crowding fast in the streets, if they are not flashes and specks what are they? The streets themselves and the facades of houses, and goods in the windows, vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank'd wharves, the huge crossing at the ferries, the village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between, shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of white or brown two miles off, the schooner near by sleepily dropping down the tide, the little boat slack-tow'd astern, the hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping, the strata of color'd clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in, the horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud,

these became part of that child who went forth everyday, and who now goes, and will always go forth everyday."

Blessings and light to all the parents that saw and see each moment as a story unfolding...

21 comments:

stregata said...

And so we are what we become and we become what we are.
Thank you for sharing.

Beth Niquette said...

I adore that illustration. I have always loved the story of Thumbalina.

Terri Kahrs said...

This post gave respite to a weary soul today, Amy. Thank you for a moment of serenity and delight. Blessings & Hugs, Terri xoxo

Terri said...

Thank you for this wondrously imaginative story!

Kiki said...

Amy...so heart-warming, poetic and beautiful..it touched my heart in such a magically-epic way.!! ...what beautiful parents ..I can just picture this whole story unfolding. thankyou for sharing such a super beautiful journey!
Have a magnificent day..
Kiki~

Lori Saul said...

Beautiful art and words- your post has made my day a bit more enchanted!

Sheila said...

So warm and cozy; I was young again for a moment :-) Thank you, as always, for such beautiful posts!

Georgianna said...

And another marvelous sharing of fable and fairy tale and universal truth that touches us all. Thank you so much for this, Amy, and embracing and scattering these deep and wonderful meanings for all to share. xo – g

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

In spite of the fact that my mother never read to me because she was illiterate, I did grow up in a home where oral storytelling was the highlight of the dinner table. For that, I am ever grateful! Blessings to you dear, sweet Amy! Anita

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

Love that, Renate. Blessings.

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

Yes, she goes through much in the search for herself and love. Blessings.

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

I am so glad. I want this place to have that effect, for sure. It is your faerytalespace. Blessings friend.

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

Love coming to your place, as well. Thanks for scattering your joy. Blessings.

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

Whitman is that for me. Touching, real. I love that my parents saw the blades of grass. Light and blessings.

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

I always feel a bit more enchanted upon coming to see your art, as well, Lori! Blessings sweetie!

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

This is my young heart, this place. It is where I live in my spirit. Blessings and love to you Sheila dear.

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

Love knowing you are enchanted. Take care Georgianna and keep showing us the light. Wishes come true.

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

That is a touching comment and story friend. I marvel. I am blessed to know your spirit. Blessings.

robin dudley-howes said...

Oh what a lovely blog..lovely visuals and thoughts...
robin

Princess Camille said...

Oh how lovely! Thank you for sharing. Your blog is pure magic! <3

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Hello my precious soul!

Thank you for coming by for some glitter and fun. There is just something about this embellishment that makes art even more special! Tristan is a sweet and whimsical man and I hope you know him and his work, wit and charm!

Have a lovely evening, Anita