In the canon
Song of Myself
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1855
- Pages
- Pages 50
A poet lounges in the grass and sings himself, and the self keeps widening until it contains crowds, occupations, atoms, the dead and the reader too.
Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)
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