Literature · Poetry

Leaves of Grass 47

Book 3 · Chapter 27

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To be in any form, what is that? (Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more develop’d the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.

Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.

I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else’s is about as much as I can stand.

Spotted a mistake or have an idea?

Literature · Poetry

Leaves of Grass 47

Book 3 · Chapter 27

WhitmanEnglish

To be in any form, what is that? (Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more develop’d the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.

Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.

I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else’s is about as much as I can stand.

Spotted a mistake or have an idea?

Leaves of Grass 47Book 3 · Chapter 27

Leaves of Grass 47

Leaves of Grass 48

Leaves of Grass 47Book 3 · Chapter 27

Leaves of Grass 47

Leaves of Grass 48