full-dazzles

Updated: May 9, 2025

It was a terrible criticism cut into me like a surgeon's lance. Made me silent the whole walk home. As in a swoon, one instant, Another sun, ineffable, full-dazzles me, And all the orbs I knew and brighter, unknown orbs; One instant of the future land, Heaven's land.

Walt Whitman - Complete Prose Works: Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy