Daily Whitman

inner child

What Am I After All

  What am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own
      name? repeating it over and over;
  I stand apart to hear—it never tires me.

  To you your name also;
  Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in
      the sound of your name?

 

Posted on 01/05/2015, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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