DAREST thou now, O Soul,
Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region,
Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path to follow?
No map, there, nor guide,
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.
Listen (and Whitman’s text) here.
28 October 2012
tags: Hans Werner Henze; neithers; Walt Whitman; John Macdonald