What Am I, After All? Poem by Walt Whitman
What Am I, After All?
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WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own
name? repeating it over and over;
I stand apart to hear--it never tires me.
To you, your name also;
Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in
the sound of your name?
Tuesday, December 31, 2002
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4/26/2024 10:50:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What Am I, After All? - - Kind of an egomaniac? ? I imagine him sitting in a room pronouncing his name, accentuating pause at each syllable. No no, speaks more volumes about the writer than the poem itself. No offense, just what I gathered after 300 of his other poems, then this.