Tag: Hospitality

• July 7, 2012

  Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, no. 46

  Sit awhile wayfarer, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes I will certainly kiss you with my goodbye kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.   Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams, Now I wash the…