That Shadow, My Likeness
Poem by Walt Whitman
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood,
How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits;
How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;
--But in these, and among my lovers, and caroling my songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.
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