That Shadow, My Likeness By Walt Whitman

That Shadow, My Likeness

THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood,
chattering, chaffering;
How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits;
How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;
–But in these, and among my lovers, and caroling my songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.

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