Song of Myself

These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,
If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing.
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.

This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,
This is the common air that bathes the globe.

–Walt Whitman

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4 Responses to Song of Myself

  1. "I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren…" -WW
    Thank you for posting that section, it's lovely.

  2. Lucy says:

    love that Whitman! love the section you posted Michelle. Whitman had such an encompassing heart for all of humanity.
    Lucy

  3. Doug says:

    I know so little about poetry, but that passage seemed to talk about the value of words – what are they for? Greetings from Sandburg country!

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