"I too am not a bit tamed,
I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp
over the roofs of the world."
We're reading Whitman in class today. I sound like such a hippy dippy every year during this unit - "I celebrate myself, I sing myself" - and I love it. Despite their general repugnance for anything school-related, a lot of the students end up connecting with these original hippies.
Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman, Dickinson. Who would I choose if I could have dinner with anyone living or dead? Normally put on the spot by it, I think I've finally found an answer to this question.
Whitman is my all time favorite. "Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes." :)
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