Friday, July 30, 2010

Walt Whitman


There are so many words of Walt Whitman and I can say so many. But I shall keep this brief. He did not see as other men do. He did not breathe as other men do. He was made for a day and age, so ahead of time but perfectly arranged. At first glance I thought him to be " heady , full of himself" then I took another gander and found the beauty of humanity. I cant believe this man published his own leaflets and shared them so boldly. I am happy Walt Whitman was born to show me no judgement in another. We are equal. We are alive!...gratitude.


Song of Myself

Walk Whitman

The Norton Anthology of American Literature


Verse 21

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,

The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,

The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,

And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.

I chant the chant of dilation or pride,

We have had ducking and deprecating about enough,

I show that size is only development

Have you outscript the rest? Are you the president?

It is a trifle, they will more then arrive there every one, and still pass on.

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