Excelsior (Walt Whitman)

I just got back from a party and I am feeling pretty happy, so I get the vibe of this poem by Walt Whitman though I think that he is in an even happier mood.

It's a little bit (ok, very) braggy, but when you are very, very happy the whole world seems yours for the taking. I think that's where N is in this poem. That kind of powerful joy.

Favorite line: "I am mad with devouring / ecstasy to make joyous"

I am mad with devouring ecstasy to make joyous