Blackout Poetry · May 7, 2022

A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Words are removed using whiteout. Colored and patterned papers are pasted in the background, and purple paint frames the poem.By Jasselle Garcia ’23

There is no virtue, but good is in you,
endurance is in you,
No pleasure, but equal pleasure waits for you.
As for me, like carefully to you,
I sing at any hazard!
meadows, rivers, are immense
These elements, motions of Nature,
you are she who is
pain, passion, dissolution.
you find Old or young, female,
by the rest, whatever means
Through anger, losses, ambition, ignorance, you are its way.