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One's-self I Sing Post by :Mick_Sawyer Category :Poems Author :Walt Whitman Date :June 2011 Read :2362

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One's-self I Sing

One's-self I sing, a simple separate person,

Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.

Of physiology from top to toe I sing,

Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far,

The Female equally with the Male I sing.


Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,

Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine,

The Modern Man I sing.

(The end)
Walt Whitman's poem: One's-Self I Sing

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