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> >I'm not going to debate with you because you can definitely count me as > one of your "we". Having been a wedding guest recently, I had no >trouble > spotting myself in your poem. Nice one. > >Kari Imagine my chagrin at the following. Poor Walt! Wrong 36 times! Good thing he's dead or we'd have to whack his wee-wee (Mais Oui?). We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd We two, how long we were fool'd Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes, We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return, We become plants, trunks, foliage, roots, bark, We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks, We are oaks, we grow in the openings side by side, We browse, we are two among the wild herds spontaneous as any, We are two fishes swimming in the sea together, We are what locust blossoms are, we drop scent around lanes mornings and evenings, We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals, We are two predatory hawks, we soar above and look down, We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves orbic and stellar, we are as two comets, We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey, We are two clouds forenoons and afternoons driving overhead, We are seas mingling, we are two of those cheerful waves rolling over each other and interwetting each other, We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious, We are snow, rain, cold, darkness, we are each product and influence of the globe, We have circled and circled tillwe arrived home again, we two, We have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy. 1860 1881 Walt (We Willie) Whitman Wheeeee! _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com