Song of Myself

Song of Myself, 20 Walt Whitman – 1819-1892 Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat? What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you? All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lostContinue reading “Song of Myself”