WHEN I read the book, the biography famous, | |
And is this, then, (said I,) what the author calls a man’s life? | |
And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write my life? | |
(As if any man really knew aught of my life; | |
Why, even I myself, I often think, know little or nothing of my real life; | 5 |
Only a few hints—a few diffused, faint clues and indirections, | |
I seek, for my own use, to trace out here.) --Walt Whitman |
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