Walt Whitman, in his poem "Song of Myself," writes,
I know I am deathless ...
We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead,
And trillions ahead of them.
(Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass, 1st (1855) edition, editor, Malcolm Cowley. New York: Viking, 1959)
Posted by Kurma on 2/12/07; 9:16:16 AM
from the dept.