Walt Whitman (31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

I am limited on my education so feel timid even placing my reaction here but I loved this piece as it felt as a sigh of relief after a day of busy thoughts. I really appreciated how his words seemed unrestricted just natural in itself as one would be just before drifting off.

A clear Midnight's description-prose, indeed. It's time for the soul to open its wings and fly where the body was limited of trodding during the day.

Good lines after a stressful day work! It‘s simple & calmy for a midnight solitude

Must take issue with Juan Olivarez. To be qualified to have a view on a poem is merely to be alive.
Doesn't mean I sympathise with smart-alecks who just hack away at poets to try to appear clever.
But you won't stop that by asking for qualifications.
re William S suggestion that the poem is incorrectly quoted here, I can't see any obvious means of communicating with the editors of this site, which is a serious limitation.

The last line is misprinted! It should read, Night, sleep, death, and the stars.

Contentment, plain and simple.

This is descriptive of the peak artistic experience. Through the confluence of all the arts conducting The Divine astrally which is similar to I Sing the body Electric conducting The Divine through flesh.

Whitman lead a busy life; teaching, writing and editing newspapers. He's simply, poetically stating that a good nights sleep rejuvanates the creative soul.

Wordswothian style of poem up up my friend quite those barren leaves. Walt Whitman's a few lines
of beautiful poem.
--KAVIN CHARALAN

Good answer Juan; but, I must say some of your poems are indeed better than Whitmans.