Song of Ourselves
Here it is! Thank you all for participating in the reconstituted poem exercise we did together. Phrases from the peom were taken from Walt Whitmans Song of Myself in his larger collection entitled Leaves of Grass. I encourage all of you to keep reading more Walt Whitman! I know two minutes definitely wasn't enough time to get to know the poems I handed out, but they are definitely worth spending some time with. Thank you to everyone for your amazing presentations as well! It was a wonderful semester and I look forward to having classes with all of you over the next for years.
Every Atom belonging to me as good as belongs to you… and every atom of my blood formed from this oil, this air
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes the shelves are full of perfumes I breath the fragrance myself and know it and like it
I know that the hand of god is the promise of my own and the spirit of Fod is brother of my own
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death all goes onward and outward, nothing collapses
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing
This is the meal equally set, this is the meal for natural hunger, it is for the wicked just the same as the righteous, I will make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away
I laugh at what you call dissolution and I know the amplitude of time
Mad naked summer night
You sea! I resign myself to you also!
Your facts are useful and yet they are not my dwelling
I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars
Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving
I sound my barbaric yawp