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Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.
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Walt Whitman
Age: 72 †
Born: 1819
Born: May 31
Died: 1892
Died: March 26
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O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.
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Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her shall I follow.
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