Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.
On this day in 1819, the American poet and essayist, Walt Whitman was born in West Hills, NY. I love him best for his clear, clean prose, unadorned and unembarrassed. I love the way his writing speaks in color… lilac, spring green and electric blue. I love the way Whitman reverberates through American literary culture through voices like Mark Twain and Bram Stoker and beat writers like Jack Kerouac and Alan Ginsberg, and celebrates themes like democracy and friendship. Happy Birthday, Walt!