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Walt Whitman - The Unexpressed
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How dare one say it?
After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,
Vaunted Ionia`s, India`s -Homer, Shakespeare -the long, long times, thick 
dotted roads, areas,
The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars -Nature`s pulses reaped,
All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration,
All ages` plummets dropped to their utmost depths,
All human lives, throats, wishes, brains -all experiences` utterance;
After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands,
Still something not yet told in poesy`s voice or print -something lacking,
(Who knows? the best yet unexpressed and lacking.)
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