Like the Poetry Box in Brooklyn, New York in the previous post this all Ipe (aka Ironwood) redesigned Neruda Poetry Box is now open for poetry. However, this one is right around the corner from my workshop in the Woodlawn/Concordia/Alberta Arts neighborhood. The first poem is by Walt Whitman.

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

By Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,

When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,

Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

From public domain