A Hand-Mirror Poem by Walt Whitman
A Hand-Mirror
HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)
Outside fair costume--within ashes and filth,
No more a flashing eye--no more a sonorous voice or springy step;
Now some slave's eye, voice, hands, step,
A drunkard's breath, unwholesome eater's face, venerealee's flesh,
Lungs rotting away piecemeal, stomach sour and cankerous,
Joints rheumatic, bowels clogged with abomination,
Blood circulating dark and poisonous streams,
Words babble, hearing and touch callous,
No brain, no heart left--no magnetism of sex; 10
Such, from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence,
Such a result so soon--and from such a beginning!
This reminds me of The Lumineers' line from Slow it Down: Smile less and dress up some more.
The poet asks ourselves to look and understand what we are. good poem.
It is mandatory to know about our self in the mirror of our mind find find find
Hand of truth and justice is the hand of life where the peaceful life reflects itself as the true conscience of humane
Wonderful poem: Such, from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence, Such a result so soon- and from such a beginning!
It should be read as magnificent poem, instead of mag magnificpoem.
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12/8/2024 12:31:56 PM # 1.0.0
Oh, the horros that come with age! I, for one, plan on inventing a time-machine that doesn't go back in time, rather just creates a bubble. One that allows me to remain super sexy and relatively healthy until my death bed.