A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Paper and coloring is used to make the page look like an outdoor scene, with a sky, flowers, grass, and soil.

By Jessica Jacobs ’02 @jlgjacobs

Thoughts are things
in God—
play, prologue, and denouement
in men, women, and
dreams.
For the Idea
walks in advance of lenders,
cheers and horrifies
without extinction—
indomitable, always.
O, my poets,
ready your beckoning,
hard-contested, rosy-flashing forms—
pour
from the line
the ringing word