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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 76 of 382 · Calamus

To a Western Boy

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Many things to absorb I teach to help you become eleve of mine; Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins, If you be not silently selected by lovers and do not silently select lovers, Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine?

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