Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Song Of Myself, II - Poem by Walt Whitman

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the pass- ing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.

Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the earth much?
Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look
through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.


Comments about Song Of Myself, II by Walt Whitman

  • E.j. Langley E.j. Langley (12/12/2015 5:29:00 PM)

    I love feed the spectres in books best. The rest is also good, of course. To Walt Whitman, who knew the crotch and vine of it all! (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (12/12/2015 12:26:00 PM)

    The muse of peace with the fragrance of myself. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Plotz Thomas Plotz (12/12/2015 12:11:00 PM)

    March 1892, well thank you Sir. Keep up the good work up there. (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (12/12/2015 10:05:00 AM)

    An excellent poem penned in celebration of one's own profound happiness. Liked the poem very much. Thanks for sharing this superb poem of a master spirit. (Report) Reply

  • Sk Nurul Huda Sk Nurul Huda (12/12/2015 6:13:00 AM)

    really a poem of perfumes..delight..heart and blood........ (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/12/2015 5:53:00 AM)

    You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
    You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
    Lovely poem, I liked it.10 (Report) Reply

  • Joel Roderick Bisson Joel Roderick Bisson (12/12/2015 1:41:00 AM)

    I think these are words for the love and praise of alcohol consumption as it's distilled,
    It is for my mouth forever, I'm in love with it could be what makes the first part clear
    as it's introduction to what seems to be using alcohol as a metaphor for knowledge
    he says Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? and it seems that
    the knowledge is that of the English Literature as you shall listen to all sides and
    filter them from your self, meaning reading each verse and their meaning in what
    you feel from it not what it means to the actual writer but unto the reader. I think that
    this Song Of Myself, II is a beautiful piece of a language under a time unlike now. (Report) Reply

  • .., Rahman .., Henry .., Rahman .., Henry (10/9/2015 10:20:00 AM)

    Song of Myself is a supreme poem by Walt Whitman. I like this poem so much. I wish to translate it into my native language, Bengali for Mass-Readers. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 9, 2015



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