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SATAN.

Walt Whitman

Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt,

Comrade of criminals, brother of slaves,

Crafty, despised, a drudge, ignorant,

With sudra face and worn brow--black, but in the depths of my heart proud

as any;

Lifted, now and always, against whoever, scorning, assumes to rule me;

Morose, full of guile, full of reminiscences, brooding, with many wiles,

Though it was thought I was baffled and dispelled, and my wiles done--but

that will never be;

Defiant I SATAN still live--still utter words--in new lands duly appearing,

and old ones also;

Permanent here, from my side, warlike, equal with any, real as any,

Nor time, nor change, shall ever change me or my words.