Always thought that Walt Whitman would be up my street, but never managed to find a poem that really appealed to me. Little did I expect to find it thanks to Breaking Bad, but here, in all its glory, is When I Heard the Learnd Astronomer... WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 23:27:14 +0000
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