John Burroughs: I have walked beside Walt through sunlit meadows and battlefield wards, through stanzas and silences alike. He was not merely my friend — he was a continent of feeling, a human cathedral open to all. In these quiet recollections, drawn as if in soft charcoal against the candlelit walls of memory, I sit once more beside him. You will find … [Read more...] about The Leaves He Left Behind: A Comforting Walt Whitman Story