SONG OF MYSELF - WALT WHITMAN


I bequeath myself to the dirt 
to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again 
look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am and what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encourage
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.


SONG OF MYSELF - WALT WHITMAN SONG OF MYSELF - WALT WHITMAN Reviewed by Ray FL on Tuesday, February 09, 2016 Rating: 5
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