I found Whitman’s poem “Song of Myself” both peculiar and intriguing.
Once I began reading this poem, I wanted to read more. One of the
most interesting aspects of the poem for me was how Whitman jumps from
one thought to another; his thoughts seem to be very random at first.
In the first verse he talks about being in perfect health and about
his soul but in the second verse he jumps to describing the small
details of things people usually pay no attention to. He talks about
the smell of houses and mentions leaves and the wind, almost like they
are just passing thoughts but he still mentions them in his poem. It
is somewhat difficult to follow his train of thought but I think that
it was makes the poem so interesting. However, once I read through
the whole poem, I noticed that there was some cohesiveness to the poem
that I hadn’t picked up on as much until the last verse. I think that
with this poem Whitman is trying to show appreciation to even the
smallest details of life and speaks of himself like everything in the
world is a part of him. For example, in the beginning of the poem he
says “My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air” describes himself being created from the earth and at the end of
the poem he says “I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the
runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jabs.
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” relates back to this
same idea only instead he describes himself as being dispersed into
the earth. I wouldn’t describe Whitman to be overly pompous but it is
clear that he is fond of himself but I think he self-admiration is the
same as the admiration he has for everything in life.