In a little house…. Walt Whitman

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. ~Walt Whitman

My Picture-Gallery
Walt Whitman
IN a little house keep I pictures suspended,
it is not a fix’d house,
It is round,
it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world,
all memories?
Here the tableau’s of life,
and here the groupings of death;
Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself,
With finger rais’d he points to the prodigal pictures.

*Note: Cicerone is an old term for a guide, one who conducts visitors and sightseers to museums, galleries, etc.,

In the summer I am reminded often of summers past. Today I began to think about the flowers in my grandmother and mothers gardens. I was reminded of the Oleander that Grandmother Seaburg planted by her back door step and probably watered with the dish water after she was finished cleaning up meals. She decorated this bush at Christmastime because there were no other trees to decorate. I inherited a love for flowers and even when we are in the desert I gather them around me.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s