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Song of Myself

-1 for faggotry

Walt Whitman. Patriotic as buttfuck.

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

37. Whoever You are, Holding Me now in Hand


WHOEVER you are, holding me now in hand,
Without one thing, all will be useless,
I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.

Who is he that would become my follower? 5
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

The way is suspicious—the result uncertain, perhaps destructive;
You would have to give up all else—I alone would expect to be your God, sole and exclusive,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life, and all conformity to the lives around you, would have to be abandon’d; 10
Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—Let go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down, and depart on your way.

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what intrigues me....allusions to illusions

>>1738609

Hey man, it worked for me, and if you've got an original first edition Leaves of Grass, you can retire.

Was Walt Whitman made of wood? Seriously, all the pictures I've ever seen of him make me believe more and more that he is a tree with hair.