Seven of "Song of Myself"
Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
I pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-washed babe
...and am not contained between my hat and boots,
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike, and every one good,
The earth good, and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth.
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself;
They do not know how immortal, but I know.
Every kind for itself and its own...for me mine male and female,
For me all that have been boys and that love women,
For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
For me the sweetheart and the old maid...for
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For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears,
For me children and the begetters of children.
Who need be afraid of the merge?
Undrape...you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded.
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless...and can never be shaken away. (122-139)
In Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself", the writer shares his experiences in life and the knowledge he has acquired in his time. Walt Whitman's "I" in this poem lays out his experiences. He goes from the most eventful occasions to the most mundane occurrences. In section seven, the author grapples with death and time. These are not subjects that Whitman is unfamiliar with. He is definitely not afraid of death. He understands the importance of life...