Still, though the One I Sing. Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 STILL, though the one I sing, (One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality, I leave in him Revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless, indispensable fire!) Related posts: Walt Whitman. Song of the Broad-Axe. For Him I Sing. I Sing the Body Electric. suprusr Published in Poems
