First Day

On this, the first day of Gay Pride Month, I remember my friend, Fritz Smith.  I remember doing a Gay Pride Service with him at our church, and I remember he quoted Walt Whitman--from his book, Leaves of Grass.
So today, I start with this poem from Walt Whitman:

 

Shut Not Your Doors

  Shut not your doors to me proud libraries,
  For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet
      needed most, I bring,
  Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made,
  The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,
  A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect,
  But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.