I agree with all of Leslie's assertions regarding "Song of Myself" and the Whitman picture, but I'd like to elaborate.
"I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)
My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the
woods,
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public
road.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself."
It is as if he is offering his assistance in self-discovery, but in the least dogmatic, preachy or condescending way possible. He wishes to serve as a guide.
Finally, I thought this line was very interesting, and loosely represents the idea that meaning exists because of language:
"A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more
than he."
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