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Wow. This guy's life was so exciting and his poetry so inspiring and honest. I'm glad I chose to do a project on this wonderful man.
A Supermarket in California
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
(I touch you book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappearing on the black waters of the Lethe?