How dare one say it? <br />After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, <br />Vaunted Ionia's, India's -Homer, Shakespeare -the long, long times, thick <br />dotted roads, areas, <br />The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars -Nature's pulses reaped, <br />All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration, <br />All ages' plummets dropped to their utmost depths, <br />All human lives, throats, wishes, brains -all experiences' utterance; <br />After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands, <br />Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print -something lacking, <br />(Who knows? the best yet unexpressed and lacking.)<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unexpressed/
