Death & Dying
For Him I Sing
From Leaves of Grass
Death & Dying
For him I sing,
I raise the present on the past,
(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself by them the law unto himself.
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MLA
Whitman, Walt. “For Him I Sing.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/7/.
Chicago
Whitman, Walt. “For Him I Sing.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/7/.
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