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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The past and present
And proceed to fill my next fold of the
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.)
I contradict myself
Very well then
(I am LARGE, I contain multitudes)
toward them that are nigh
I wait on the
Who has done his day’s work?
Who will soonest be through with his
Who wishes to walk with me?
before I am gone?
Will you prove already