Walt Whitman

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

My Picture-Callery

Poem by Walt Whitman

IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories?
Here the tableaus of life, and here the groupings of death;
Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself,
With finger rais'd he points to the prodigal pictures.

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  • Riquetta Elliott (3/13/2008 9:25:00 AM)

    House holds the memories in his thoughts.(Report)Reply

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  • Margie Townsend (9/6/2006 7:38:00 PM)

    The round house that holds pictures of memories and scenes could only be his head.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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