It’s Spring-ish here. When I think of Spring, I think of Walt Whitman. The only thing better than reading Walt’s poetry with your eyes, is speaking it with your lips. I needed a little Walt therapy to lift my spirits and thought I might as well share it.

Note: I’m pretty darn sure that Walt’s in the public domain these days. I didn’t read from my 1860 manuscript edition just in case someone’s claiming they’ve got rights to that version. Moderate me if you must :-).

Warning: this reading encourages “loafing” but I didn’t want to tag it NSFW. If you fear for your work ethic, don’t hit play.

The text is Sections 1 & 2 in their entirety.