Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Song Of Myself, XLIX Comments
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And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.
To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes,
I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting,
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Walt Whitman
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8/7/2025 6:02:47 PM # 1.0.0
Individualist and free use of poetic language, '(No doubt I have died ten thousand times before') .