Dedicated to Fiona

Dedicated to Fiona
Fiona, the glory of Snoozeville

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

End of November

Walt Whitman on Dupont Circle metro

"Thus in silence in dreams’ projections,
Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals,        60
The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night, some are so young,
Some suffer so much, I recall the experience sweet and sad...."
     --from The Wound Dresser

Gingko leaves on Corcoran St.

4 comments:

Linda said...

I love the poem -- did not realize it was there.

The path of leaves is lovely. Makes you want to scuff right through them.

Xtreme English said...

Linda: It's not the whole poem, but it's carved into the Dupont Circle North Entrance/Exit. Whitman was quite young when he volunteered to care for wounded soldiers from the Civil War.

As for scuffing through Gingko leaves, there's still the possibility of trodding on the STINKY Gingko fruit!! I sort of mince my way through the leaves.....*:0) (I don't see any fruit here, though. Hmm...wonder if they eliminated all the female trees?)

Our D.C. foreresidents were quite fond of Gingkos, I think. They're all over Georgetown, too. They are quite gorgeous, and they only stink for a few weeks in the fall. In GT, I used to see people gathering the fruit for use in Chinese medicine. Good for coughs and flu, that sort of thing. Just in time for flu season!

Anonymous said...

You are brilliant. I don't know how you see this stuff.

Cat

Xtreme English said...

Cat: My mother taught me to SEE things in nature. I can't say I'm paying attention all of the time, but nature talks to me--all the time. Sometimes when I'm paying attention, I also have a camera with me!

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