by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
Of God I know not
Language: English
Of God I know not; But this I know; I can comprehend no being more wonderful than man; Man, before the rage of whose passions the storms of Heaven are but a breath; Before whose caprices the lightning is slow and less fatal; Man, microcosm of all Creation's wildness, terror, beauty and power, And whose folly and wickedness are in nothing else existent. O dirt, you corpse, I reckon you are good manure -- but that I do not smell -- I smell your beautiful white roses -- I kiss your leafy lips -- I slide my hands for the brown melons of your breasts.
Authorship:
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Joseph Glaser (b. 1991), "Of God I know not", 2011 [soprano and piano], from Songs of Faith, no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2013-09-16
Line count: 10
Word count: 101