Sound your barbaric 'YAWLP' over the rooftops of the world

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The forum discussion celebrates the birthday of poet Walt Whitman, focusing on his work "Leaves of Grass," particularly the excerpt that features the phrase "I sound my barbaric yawlp over the rooftops of the world." Participants highlight themes of untamed life and self-expression found in Whitman's poetry. Recommendations for further reading include resources that explore the concept of escaping domestication, emphasizing the importance of individuality and authenticity in life.

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YAWLP! in honor of the poet's birthday.

from "Leaves of Grass"

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,

I sound my barbaric yawlp over the rooftops of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Walt Whitman

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Walt Whitman, 1884.

Along this theme of unbridled and untamed life, I recommend you also read the following:

http://www.untamedlife.com/book/

,in hopes that you may escape the trap of domestication! ENJOY! :biggrin:
 
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