The Fireman’s Joy – Sympathy Poems
O the fireman’s joys!
I hear the alarm at dead of night,
I hear bells—shouts!—I pass the crowd—I run!
The sight of the flames maddens me with pleasure.
O the joy of the strong-brawn’d fighter,
towering in the arena, in perfect condition,
conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.
O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy
which only the human Soul is capable of generating
and emitting in steady and limitless floods.
(by Walt Whitman)
October 27, 2009 · Posted in Sympathy Poems
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