80 likes | 210 Vues
In this reflective poem by Walt Whitman, the speaker contemplates the intertwining of past experiences and future aspirations while engaging in an intimate dialogue with a listener. The exploration of self-contradiction reveals the complexities of human identity and connections. As the speaker invites honest confessions under the evening sky, they ponder the responsibilities of the day and the desire for companionship. Whitman's signature embrace of duality and the vastness of the human soul resonates throughout, culminating in a call for dialogue before time runs out.
E N D
Walt Whitman Poem 51
The past and present wilt
filled I have them them emptied future And proceed to fill my next fold of the
Listener up there! What have you to confide in me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)
contradict Do I myself? I contradict myself Very well then (I am LARGE, I contain multitudes)
concentrate I toward them that are nigh I wait on the door-slab Who has done his day’s work? supper? Who will soonest be through with his Who wishes to walk with me?
SPEAK Will you before I am gone? TOO LATE? Will you prove already