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Beginning My Studies Post by :bomot Category :Poems Author :Walt Whitman Date :June 2011 Read :565

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Beginning My Studies

Beginning my studies the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion,
The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love,
The first step I say awed me and pleas'd me so much,
I have hardly gone and hardly wish'd to go any farther,
But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs.

(The end)
Walt Whitman's poem: Beginning My Studies

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