Posted: April 7, 2010 Filed under: Objects I Like
I make a truce with you, Walt Whitman–
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now it is time for carving.
We have one sap and one root–
Let there be commerce between us.