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		<title>The New Adventures of Mr Stephen Fry &#187; Topic: Benediction (after Walt Whitman)</title>
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			<title>mcelderrypoems on "Benediction (after Walt Whitman)"</title>
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			<description>&#60;p&#62;Benediction (After Walt Whitman)&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Let your arms enfold a comrade&#38;#39;s embrace around me&#60;br /&#62;
and your lips bestow a chorus of kisses upon my yearning face:&#60;br /&#62;
they will make music as they touch my skin,&#60;br /&#62;
each kiss a note of its own accord,&#60;br /&#62;
rising to the war-crimsoned sky&#60;br /&#62;
and falling back upon the blood soaked ground.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;And if this is not enough to quell the clamour of guns,&#60;br /&#62;
let the notes become seeds as they tumble down&#60;br /&#62;
and when they have sought shelter in the gore-moist earth,&#60;br /&#62;
they will grow as trees, giving song birds branches of friendship&#60;br /&#62;
so their trilling can fill the air,&#60;br /&#62;
until the cries of our poor comrades become antiphons of joy&#60;br /&#62;
and the weeping of shell-shocked bairns is stilled in their cradling harmony.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Sing, O sing to me with your kisses,&#60;br /&#62;
sing me a benediction as old as time,&#60;br /&#62;
sing me the tune the stars sang when they were born,&#60;br /&#62;
let the strife-dark sky become a gleaming sound-bowl,&#60;br /&#62;
till the Earth resonates with love&#38;#39;s dream-song. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;This poem was inspired by reading Walt Whitman&#38;#39;s &#38;#39;A Song&#38;#39; (from &#38;#39;Leaves of Grass&#38;#39;) : at first reading it seems pleasant though unremarkable but after a few days you realise its language has worked its way deep inside you, revealing Whitman&#38;#39;s genius - to make a great, beautiful and expansive work of art from such simple material.
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