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Walt Whitman

His country of iron where he lives: an older man, fatherly, .strong, wholesome calm,. his appearance impressivethe furrow of his brow .persuades and charms, no end to his soul that mimics a mirror, the tired curve of .his shoulders draped with a cloak; and with his harpcarved from oakhe sings his song .like a prophet. Hes a priest fueling a wind that promises and promisesFly!, he says .to an eagle, to a seaman: Row! while a chiselled, robust worker hears: Put your shoulder .to the wheel! This is the path our poet takes magnificent face .after Rubn Daro

Walt Whitman from Glow of Our Sweat by Francisco Aragn, copyright (c) 2010 by Francisco Aragn. Used by permission from Francisco Aragn.

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