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To the year 1889


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  [begin leaf 1 recto] vs 553

To the year 1889.

Have I no ^weapon‑word for thee—some message brief  
 and fierce?
Have I fought out ^and done indeed the battle? wholly? is  
 there no shot left,
For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, ^manifold silliness? Nor for myself—my own rebellious self [illegible] in thee?
# two leads Down, down, proud gorge—tho' choking thee, Thy bearded throat and high-borne forehead to the  
Crouch low thy neck to eleemosynary gifts.
Walt Whitman   [begin leaf 1 verso] Sky $25.— 65.
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