Walt Whitman is one of my few favorite poets. I love him because he is simple and deep in the same time, and also that he has a courage to say the things we don’t even dare to think about.
When I start painting the sand watch, this poem came into my mind. And I felt so small.
“Hast never come to thee an hour,
a sudden gleam divine, precipitating,
bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims – books, politics, art, amours,
to utter nothingness?”