Walt Whitman
New York / United States
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Rating: 2.9

I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name!

Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly,
musical, self-sufficient;
I see that the word of my city is that word up there,
Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with
tall and wonderful spires,
Rich, hemm'd thick all around with sailships and steamships--an
island sixteen miles long, solid-founded,
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so crowded out there. all I see are people.
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Kim Barney 15 July 2015
Do we really need lines 10 and 20 numbered? Do we really need this poem as poem of the day? There are countless better ones that PH could have chosen, many of them by Whitman himself!
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Michael Morgan 11 December 2014
The city of such women! The city of such young men~ I swear I cannot live happy without!
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