Death & Dying
Queries to My Seventieth Year
From Leaves of Grass
Death & Dying
Approaching, nearing, curious,
Thou dim, uncertain spectre--bringest thou life or death?
Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier?
Or placid skies and sun? Wilt stir the waters yet?
Or haply cut me short for good? Or leave me here as now,
Dull, parrot-like and old, with crack’d voice harping, screeching?
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MLA
Whitman, Walt. “Queries to My Seventieth Year.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/298/.
Chicago
Whitman, Walt. “Queries to My Seventieth Year.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/298/.
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