Walt Whitman on What Makes Life Worth Living• arclein
"Do you need a prod?" the poet Mary Oliver asked in her sublime meditation on living with maximal aliveness. "Do you need a little darkness to get you going?" A paralytic prod descended upon Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819 - March 26, 1892) in his fifty-third year when a stroke left him severely disabled. It is a peculiar kind of darkness to be so violently exiled from one's own body - a cascade of exiles, for it forced Whitman to leave his home in Washington, where he had settled after his noble work as a volunteer nurse in the Civil War that first taught him about the connection between the body and the spirit, and move in with his brother in New Jersey. Still, he kept reaching for the light as he slowly regained corporeal agency - a partial recovery he attributed wholly to being "daily in the open air," among the trees and under the stars.