I Hear America Singing

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck- hand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The woodcutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

Whitman, Leaves of Grass.

Monday, October 23, 2006

I've been approved

Got a letter today saying my home loan has been approved. I'm thrilled about buying the house, but getting that letter pleased me on a deeper level, knowing that somewhere in some office, maybe high up a glass and steel tower in Florida or Topeka, Kansas, some loan officer--a man, let's say, with hairless fingers and a heart murmur--looked over my profile, ran my numbers and thumbed through my files and in the name of the Bank of America declared me fit.

I Hear America Singing

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