Posts Tagged Song of Myself

Wrong Idea Contest #1: Mullein & Pokeweed

Each week I’m going to post a sketch or picture of a word or phrase I didn’t immediately understand from one of Walt Whitman’s works.

The trick is that these pictures are definitely not what the word means, but instead are what I thought they sounded like they mean.

This week “mullein & pokeweed” from “Song of Myself”.


Now the first person to leave what this really means in a comment gets a point, the person with the most points at the end of the semester gets a tray of cookies.

Let the games begin.

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Song of Joe D!

*Lines selected from Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself.

I know I am deathless.

I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.

One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten
million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.

My foothold is tenon’d and mortis’d in granite,
I laugh at what you call dissolution,
And I know the amplitude of time.

Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am
touch’d from,
The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

This is why, this is why, this is why I’m hot.

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