GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis’d grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat—give me serene-moving animals, teaching content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars…
Walt Whitman (1819–1892) – Leaves of Grass
Its been a while since I last sat down to witness a glorious sunset. The opportunity never seems to arrive. However, longing for a such moment, reminded me of this poem. Reading it, I realised how much I miss those peaceful simple things, or have they now become luxuries amidst the hurly-burly of life? There are some poems that help you to close your eyes and transport yourself to a mesmerisingly tranquil place, by the sheer power of words. Its almost like therapy. This is one such poem.