Friday, February 18, 2005

Happy Birthday to Me

I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious,
Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy,
I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish,
Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again.

--Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"

1 comment:

Gregory Harris said...

Many happy returns of the day! (In a shamefacedly belated fashion, alas.)