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  1. These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place. To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

  2. Miracles. WHY! who makes much of a miracle? As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or talk by day with any one I love—or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love, Or sit at ...

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    Whereas many people may have claimed to have seen some particular great miracle, and others may refuse to believe it, Whitman claims that he has never known anything other than miracles. He continues,

    Within these few short lines, Whitman has revealed that he finds miracles in the streets of Manhattan and the roofs of houses. He finds it amazing what men have had the intelligence to build. He reveals that he sees the sky and the beach as miracles. He also believes that his ability to enjoy them is in itself a miracle. He also claims that his abi...

    In the next stanza, he continues in this same pattern of mentioning nature as well as humanity. He continues, This stanza is interesting because he parallels his appreciation of the heavens to his appreciation of other human beings he has spent time around. He considers it a miracle that humans could have such diversified talents from mechanics to ...

    He continues, Here, he admires what the human mind has created, and finds the results of the human mind t be miraculous. This is why he admires the “movements of machinery”. He also sees human growth as a miracle. He watches children, and to him, it is miraculous the way they grow, and the way their minds work to create sport and to play games with...

    He continues to speak of humanity in the following stanza, and here, he speaks ironically of sickness. While many would see the healing of sickness as a miracle, he sees the illness itself as a miracle, or perhaps he sees the “normal” human status of healthy as a miracle, and so when illness takes over, he considers all human experience to be mirac...

    He continues to describe what he views as miraculous. He says, He expresses his belief that all of creation- every inch of it speaks of a creator and is therefore a miracle. He specifically mentions that “light and dark is a miracle” which is perhaps a result of his religious background as a Quaker, in which he was sure to have been taught that God...

    He continues, Again, here he mentions humanity and nature in one breath. He views both as miracles. He ends his poem just as it began, with a question,

  3. These famous poems by Walt Whitman, Anne Sexton, and Rumi remind us of the miracles that abound in our lives if we open our eyes and hearts to them. Whether it's the beauty of nature, the miracle of love, or the divine intervention, poetry allows us to connect with the extraordinary and find solace in the miraculous.

  4. Dec 5, 2020 · But I love all of New England. Aside from writing poetry, I also love photography and have quite a collection of old antique cameras. Baseball, football, muscle cars and car shows are also some of my interests. Not too crazy about Winter. Spring & Summer are my favorite seasons. more… All DanceOfThePoet'sPen poems | DanceOfThePoet'sPen Books

  5. Dec 25, 2018 · The manmade miracles in the poem include the streets of Manhattan, skyscrapers of New York, beeches, love gossips, sitting around the dining table, subway car riding, etc. Question No.3. What are the natural miracles mentioned in the poem?

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  7. A Lullaby, Sweet Dreams. By Kimberly L. Brennan-Smith. Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006 with permission of the Author. Sweet dreams my darling, the day is done. The moon is here to say goodnight to the sun. Gather your blankets and climb into bed.

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