Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

For Him I Sing - Poem by Walt Whitman


FOR him I sing,
I raise the Present on the Past,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)
With time and space I him dilate--and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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