Classic writing, modern delivery
382 poems · ~14 months at one per day
The great democratic poem of the self and America, from the ecstatic Song of Myself to the elegies of old age—Whitman’s lifework, complete.
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One’s-Self I Sing
One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person,
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.
Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say
the Form complete is worthier far,
The Female equally with the Male I sing.
Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful, for freest action form’d under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.