Song of Myself

دراسة للنفس البشرية

Whitman Illuminated: Song of Myself

(He will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mother's bed-room)

The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case

He turns his quid of tobacco while his eyes blurr with the manuscript

The malform'd limbs are tied to the surgeon's table

What is removed drops horribly in a pail

The quadroon girl is sold at the auction-stand, the drunkard nods by the bar-room stove, ... section 15