“I hear the train’d soprano (what work with hers is this?) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess’d them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick’d by the indolent waves, I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath, Steep’d amid honey’d morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death, At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles, And that we call Being.”
Quote by Walt Whitman
Book:Song of Myself
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Song of Myself
Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' is a seminal work in American literature, featuring a series of free-verse poems that reflect on the self, society, and the natural world. The work is known for its innovative structure and lyrical expression, celebrating the diversity and complexity of human life. more
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