I was wracking my brain, trying to come up with something unusual for the word, Free. Nothing was hitting me. I tried googling the word free but kept coming up with ways to get free stuff. I was going to skip One Word Wednesday this week.
Then this morning, I started to read The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. I'm sure I'm probably the only person in America who hasn't read The Notebook yet (I haven't seen the movie either, but I digress).
Right there, on page 10, I come across a poem called A Clear Midnight from a book of poetry by Walt Whitman . This is the passage I read:
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,Night, sleep, death, and the stars.
To be honest, I'm not really sure what Mr. Whitman meant when he wrote this poem (in 1881).
I think maybe he's talking about how he enjoys the late hour because of the quiet around him.
What do you think he meant when he wrote that poem all those years ago?
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