"I stop somewhere, waiting for you." - Walt Whitman
From Whitman's masterpiece poem Song of Myself in the Leaves of Grass collection.
So much has been said about the meaning of these closing words from “Song of Myself,” but what strikes us as most extraordinary about them is their profoundly generous spirit, and the immediate closeness we feel with the author across the wide chasms of time and mortality. And these are the very chasms he sought to bridge in the poem. And so, after reading his words, and being touched by them, there is little purpose in analysis, interpretation or theorizing. He has proven his case, and we are comforted. That we can feel the poet’s embrace even now that he is long gone is the only proof we need of the truth of what he says. Whitman himself, as he prophesies in the poem, has returned to the grass he loves. Still, his words and thoughts reach and move us today. And all this time, in his grand, amiable and accepting way, he has been somewhere, waiting for you.