IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories?
Here the tableaus of life, and here the groupings of death;
Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself,
With finger rais'd he points to the prodigal pictures.

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Walt Whitman

Walter "Walt" Whitman was an American poet, essayist and journalist. more…

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"My Picture-Callery by Walt Whitman" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2017. Web. 17 Oct. 2017. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/38066>.

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