by Walt Whitman
I sing to Myself, a man puts his destiny on the table and tells us: "I am the one who waters the roots of everything that grows, and I carry the proof of who I am on my face; whatever he says about me, you must mark it as yours, because only what no one can deny exists ". That man, Walt Whitman (1819-1892), and his destiny, become so confused that this is always the one, and we are both ourselves, because, in the long run, what constitutes this collection of poems is a declaration of everything that lives . It is considered one of the great works of contemporary American poetry.
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