413 Walt Whitman - "Song of Myself"
The History of Literature
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I Am the Man, He Will Say, I Suffered. I Was There
It's as if the soul is occupying whitman's body. Its head athwart the poet's hips. Its tongue will go all the way into the poet's bare, stripped heart wore. And for this song, he starts observing, giving us a vision of everything he sees back and forth throughout time. The mother condemned for being a witch, the hounded slave. He sees that, our poet sees them all, the gold faced infants and the lifted sick. I'm the caresser of life, forever moving, absorbing all to myself.
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