Song of the Universal – Walt Whitman

Song of the Universal Come said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet has chanted, Sing me the universal. In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness​ and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection. By every life a share or more or less, None born…

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WALT WHITMAN(3) – મકરંદ દવે

  SONG OF MYSELF – WALT WHITMAN A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?…..I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I…

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