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The Unexpress'd


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  [begin leaf 1 recto] sent to Alden Oct 18 '90 100 ask'd rejected all return'd

The Unexpress'd.

532 How dare one say it? After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, Vaunted Ionia's, India's—Homer, Shakspere—  
  all old times' thick‑dotted roads, areas,
The ^shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars—  
  rhythm's, Nature's pulses ^all reap'd,
All retrospective passions, heros​ , war, love,  
All ages' plummets dropt to the utmost  
All human lives, throats, ^wishes, brains, hopes—all  
 experiences risen to arrived at utterance,
All After the good songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands, But ^Then something yet unsung—not yet put in  
  ^poesy's voice or print—something lacking,
(May-be the best yet unexpress'd and lacking.) Walt Whitman
H. G—190   [begin leaf 1 verso] 25 25 H.G. 190
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