A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Words of the poem are blacked out in purple. Round swirls are drawn around the poem.

By River Allen ’25

O idea furiously fought for
O night owner of all I see
I sing up there
FROM YOUR FATHOMLESS DEEPS
I devour the woods
the prairies
the plateaus
I sail through the storm with joy
I hear the black clouds