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Sunday Poetry for the First House

Song of Myself

by Walt Whitman

Section 48

I have said that the soul is not more than the body,

And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,

And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one’s self is,

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own

funeral drest in his shroud,

And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the


And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the

learning of all times,

And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it

may become a hero,

And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel’d


And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed

before a million universes.

And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God,

For I who am curious about each am not curious about God,

(No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and

about death.)

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the


Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.

Why should I wish to see God better than this day?

I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment


In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the


I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign’d

by God’s name,

And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe’er I go,

Others will punctually come for ever and ever.

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  • January 31, 2011, 5:55 am Rena

    Beth, that’s my absolute favorite poem in the whole world, has been since I first read it some 30 years ago.
    Stopped me in my tracks at first encounter, and does so again to run across it unanticipatedly.