Song of Myself, 27

I do not know it and never can know it
It cannot be told how it could ever be
It was building for that – it will outlive them – it was not too long ago
There is no endowment in this world can be by itself
The sea is not filled with the waters of the ocean
The sea is not filled with the waters of the earth
It is not alone the presence of the earth
It is not alone the presence of the world
It is not alone the presence of the future
And is not alone the presence of the past
It is not alone the presence of the present
It is not alone the presence of the future
It is not alone the future
It is not alone the present
It is not alone the past
This is the present
It is not alone the presence of the earth
It is not alone the presence of the world
It is not alone the presence of the future
And is not alone the presence of the past
It is not alone the presence of the present
It is not alone the presence of the future
It is not alone the future
It is not alone the present
It is not alone the past
This is the present
He who is not the father of his father
He who is not the mother of his mother
He who is not the son of his son
He who is not the daughter of his daughter
He the father of his father
He the mother of his mother
He the son of his son
He the daughter of his daughter
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
The father of his father
The son of his mother
The father of his mother
The son of his father
The father of his father
The son of his mother
The father of his mother
The son of his father
The father of his father
The son of his mother
The father of his mother
The son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father
He the father of his father
He the son of his mother
He the father of his mother
He the son of his father

About Walt Whitman

American poet, essayist, and journalist. His work was controversial in its time for its overt sensuality and celebration of the human form.

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