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Yea, there are as many stars under the Earth as over the Earth...
Plenty of room to roll around in has our planet...
And I, at the edge of the porch,
Hearing the crickets shrill in the star-thick armies of grass,
And beholding over the spread of Earth the spread of the heavens...
Drink this deep moment in my pilgrimage,
With a sense of how forever I have been alive,
With a conviction that I shall go on, ever safe, ever growing,
The stars to be included in my travels,
And the future sure before me.


This poem is in the public domain.

About this Poem

First published in The Sea (Alfred A. Knopf, 1924).


James Oppenheim

Born on May 24, 1882 in St. Paul, Minnesota, James Oppenheim was a poet, novelist, and psychoanalyst. He was the founder and editor of the early 20th-century literary magazine The Seven Arts. His published works include The Olympian (Harper and Brothers, 1912), Songs For The New Age (The Century Co., 1914), The Book of Self (Alfred A. Knopf, 1917), and The Sea (Alfred A. Knopf, 1924). He died in New York City on August 4, 1932.

Date Published: 1924-03-01

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