Walt Whitman Reading
"SONG OF MYSELF"
• I celebrate myself. and sing myself/ And what I assume you shall assume,/ For
every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you/ I loafe and invite my
soul,/ I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
• any talk of perfume
• I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you,/ And you
must not be abased to the other.
• A child said What is this grass? fetching it to me with full hands;/ How could I
answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
• twenty-eight young men
• And, and, and
• The, the, the
• if they are not, if they are not, if they are not
• i know, i know, i know
• earth, earth, earth
• Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son,/ Turbulent, fleshy, sensual,
eating, drinking and breeding./ No sentimentalist, no stander above men
and women or apart from them./ No more modes