The fragment of a poem by Whitman sturdy old, about the ultimate meaning of these verses could be a life ...
... You did not know what they are, have slumbered upon yourself all your life,
Your eyelids have also been closed as long .
What you have done and become a parody,
(your frugality, your wisdom, your entreaties, if not worth being parody What is your profit?)
Your eyelids have also been closed as long .
What you have done and become a parody,
(your frugality, your wisdom, your entreaties, if not worth being parody What is your profit?)
The parody is not you,
under it and inside I see you lurking ...
Walt Whitman, To You, Leaves of Grass, 1891.
