To Walt Whitman Wilma Anderson, '24 You overwhelm me, Walt Whitman, With your gutter songs and your God songs, With your songs without rhyme and meter, With your triumphant audacity that ignores the fetters of classical bondage. You are the poet of all thoughts, of all men and women, and of the inanimate things which …
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