Whitman Transcending by Phibby Venable I am large, I contain multitudes. -Walt Whitman What if we are all large, and filled with multitudes Today my daughter claimed, her angry self, confronted a cruel stranger, and that it was her one of many selves, standing up for herself Inside each spirit is an individual who steps out, defends, gentles, grows full soul to challenge the world In this way we are never alone Whitman spoke for the multitudes - their faces of slavery, rights, religion, love - all slipped through his pen into words that filled an avalanche of vacancies How could he help but see himself passing - lungs shriveling to a painful close - so that he shouted with poems - swinging his large head, always worried by the beehive of voices And when he flew, he claimed, nothing would be left between his hat and his boots Quill and Parchment Magazine
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