Good night, ladies, good night.

When you see this meme, post a poem on your LJ.

Welp, the person whose journal I caught the meme from already used Eliot, so I guess it wouldn't be fair to post any part of The Waste Land. (Also I don't want to seem like a complete tool and/or hipster to anyone who doesn't know me that well, hurfdurf.)

Instead, here are three sections from the end of Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking, by Walt Whitman. Because I couldn't pick just one, damnit.

( 7. Soothe! soothe! soothe! )

（・・・）

( 9. Demon or bird! (said the boy's soul,) )

( 10. Whereto answering, the sea, )