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Walt Whitman

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

What Am I, After All?



WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own
name? repeating it over and over;
I stand apart to hear--it never tires me.

To you, your name also;
Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in
the sound of your name?

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Katherine Hunter (1/4/2013 6:04:00 PM)

    What Am I, After All? - - Kind of an egomaniac? ? I imagine him sitting in a room pronouncing his name, accentuating pause at each syllable. No no, speaks more volumes about the writer than the poem itself. No offense, just what I gathered after 300 of his other poems, then this. (Report) Reply

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