https://iwp.uiowa.edu/whitmanweb/en/writings/song-of-myself/section-31
https://poets.org/poem/song-myself-32
at times, i wonder if walt whitman and I would have been friends. But then I remember that he uses words like gneiss and evince, and know that I'm a girl and he's a man. We are two species although different and the same. His words carry weight that mine will never, some due to the fact that he's a man, but mostly because he was at the right time and place. wondering how the famous get their fame, how writers write because they feel it and understand it, not like now, where we write to find salvation. I don't know what i'm looking for but maybe I'll write it someday
Sunday, June 21, 2020
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