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.
By Walt Whitman
Thursday, July 17, 2008
When I heard the learn'd astronomer
Posted by K at 6:59 AM
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why did we go to college in the first place, eh? Whitman is great.
Joe Dolan is dead, man. Way to rub the salt into that wound.
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