Shut Not Your Doors to Me Proud Libraries by Walt Whitman
Shut not your doors to me, proud libraries,
For that which was lacking among you all, yet needed most, I bring;
A book I have made for your dear sake, O soldiers,
And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades;
The words of my book nothing, the life of it everything;
A book separate, not link’d with the rest, nor felt by the intellect;
But you will feel every word, O Libertad! arm’d Libertad!
It shall pass by the intellect to swim the sea, the air,
With joy with you, O soul of man. Art by Mark Conlan Recommended listening: Positively Inclined - Wax Tailor Links of the Day: ‘The Force Awakens’ Reimagined As Calvin and Hobbes
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