I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America

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FOR YOU, O DEMOCRACY 

Come, I will make the continent indissoluble,
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
I will make divine magnetic lands,
   With the love of comrades,
    With the life-long love of comrades.

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies,
I will make inseparable cities with their arms about each other’s necks,
   By the love of comrades,
    By the manly love of comrades.

For you these from me, O Democracy, to serve you ma femme!
For you, for you I am trilling these songs.
(Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1892)

(The linebreaks are a bit wonky. I'm sorry.)

Årets Norge

Denne blogg har som kjent kun en tradisjon, og her er den:

Året har 16 måneder: november, december
januar, februar, marts, april, maj,
juni, juli, august, september, oktober,
november, november, november, november.
(Henrik Nordbrandt, Håndens skælven i november)

Eller, som salig Emily Dickinson pleide å si:

November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.

Jeg tror vi heretter inkluderer Emily i denne mangeårige tradisjonen.

EDIT: Fant hele sitatet. Her:

It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sundowns sterner, and Gibraltar lights make the village foreign. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. 

[To Elizabeth Holland, November 1865, II, 444]