Cate Mcloud

“The Lily of the valley, breathing in the humble grass
Answer'd the lovely maid and said: "I am a watry weed,
And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales;
So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head;
Yet I am visited from heaven, and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley and each morn over me spreads his hand,
Saying: 'Rejoice, thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower,”
― William Blake, The Book of Thel, and the Marriage of Heaven and Hell

“My words itch at your ears till you understand them”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, / No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself