“Loafe with me on the grass… loos the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want…
Not custom or lecture, not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.” Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Not words, not music or rhyme I want…
Not custom or lecture, not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.” Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
