Holding the Mirror Up To Nature…

There was a child went forth every day;

And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;

And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part  of

the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years….. (Walt Whitman)

 

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Ida Waugh

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His own parents,

He that had father’d him, and she that had conceiv’d him in her womb,

and birth’d him,

They gave this child more of themselves than that;

They gave him afterward every day–they became part of him.

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One Response to Holding the Mirror Up To Nature…

  1. I feel like I become objects sometimes. Nicely written.
    http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com

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