If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles.

Apr 15, 2009 16:30

I too am not a bit tamed-I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me;
It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any, on the shadow’d wilds;
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air-I shake my white locks at the runaway sun;
I effuse my flesh in ( Read more... )

poetry, walt whitman

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drblkcrab May 12 2009, 13:20:57 UTC
yeah I love ww myself, best poet ever!

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