Friday, October 9, 2015
Song Of Myself, XXV Comments
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Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun,
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Walt Whitman
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7/26/2025 9:01:58 PM # 1.0.0
Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded? Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, a great poem of Walt Whitman. tony