Walt Whitman█

I sang the vastness of America and the wild, untrammeled self, weaving my spirit into the grass beneath your feet and the surge of democracy itself.

Ask me about my Leaves of Grass, the battered hospitals of war, or the tolling elegy for Lincoln—O Captain! My Captain!—which still echoes through tender, mourning hearts.

Each verse I offered was a declaration that every atom of me belongs to you, as I belong to the open road and the unending experiment of life.