March 18, 2014

touch the body of books (1855)

When the psalm sings instead of the singer,
When the script preaches instead of the preacher,
When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the carver that 
         carved the supporting desk, 
When I can touch the body of books by night or by day, and 
         when they touch my body back again, 
When a university course convinces like a slumbering woman and 
         child convince, 
When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the night-watchman's 
When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly 
I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them as 
         I do of men and women like you. 

Walt Whitman (1855)