Poetic

by Sehjong Hamjong

Compose public and private poems

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free
flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art,
the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent,
gazing, pondering the themes
thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

- A Clear Midnight, Walt Whitman