Part III (Pgs: 25-34)

Summary: Whitman now equates his audience and himself with the beauty and splendor of the sun by telling us that we're dazzling and tremendous like the sun. He doesn't even feel the need to prove his accusations because his silence "confounds the skeptic." He refuses to reveal exactly who he is and continues to let the world around him write his song. All the sounds and voices of nature and people are woven into the fabric of the song of himself. Everything passes through him and is added to his song (our song too.) Further in this section his words get erotic and sensual when talking about touch and the "treacherous tip of him reaching and crowding to help them..."

Commentary: I thought this part was rather lengthy and uninteresting. I had to read the part about touch over because I didn't get what he was saying or talking about. I read it like four times and I was like "ohh...ew." Ha-ha but his writing is phenomenal. "Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person..." You really have to pay attention to what he's saying because there is lots of wisdom in his words. I am beginning to like this poem more and more despite the slow and overly descriptive parts. I do really enjoy how the poem is about Walt Whitman's song of himself but it’s also applicable to others on their journey in life.