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Walt Whitman. Poem 51. The past and present. wilt. filled. I have. them. them. emptied. future. And proceed to fill my next fold of the. Listener up there!. What have you to confide in me?. Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,.
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Walt Whitman Poem 51
The past and present wilt
filled I have them them emptied future And proceed to fill my next fold of the
Listener up there! What have you to confide in me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)
contradict Do I myself? I contradict myself Very well then (I am LARGE, I contain multitudes)
concentrate I toward them that are nigh I wait on the door-slab Who has done his day’s work? supper? Who will soonest be through with his Who wishes to walk with me?
SPEAK Will you before I am gone? TOO LATE? Will you prove already