Song Of Myself, L Poem by Walt Whitman

Song Of Myself, L

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There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.

Wrench'd and sweaty—calm and cool then my body becomes,
I sleep—I sleep long.

I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid,
It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.

Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.

Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters.

Do you see O my brothers and sisters?
It is not chaos or death—it is form, union, plan—it is eternal life—it is Happiness.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajendra Rout 21 November 2017

Great poem shairing.thanku sir for shairing this lovely poem 10+++++++

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