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Young Writers Society


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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Look Down, Fair Moon (1900)
by Walt Whitman

Look down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;
Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple;
On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss’d wide,
Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.


Poetry comes alive to me through recitation.
— Natalie Merchant