Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son,Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding.No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them,No more modest than immodest.I am not an avid reader of poetry but somehow this book was on my to be read shelf so i decided...
Does anyone ever "finish" reading a poem? With some - like this one, The Wasteland, maybe Howl - others? - they are like bottomless cups of coffee. Every time you go back to them, take another sip, there's more to taste.That is all.(and I'm still taking this as a notch on my book challenge bedpost...
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