Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me?
Did you seek the civilian’s peaceful and languishing rhymes?
Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?
Why I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to understand—nor
am I now;
(I have been born of the same as the war was born,
The drum-corps’ rattle is ever to me sweet music, I love well the
With slow wail and convulsive throb leading the officer’s funeral;)
What to such as you anyhow such a poet as I? therefore leave my
And go lull yourself with what you can understand, and with
For I lull nobody, and you will never understand me.
Celebrating the bicentennial of Walt Whitman’s birth, Pride Month 2019, and the 50th anniversary of the landmark Stonewall protests…