The annual birthday ritual

My annual reading of Whitman’s “Song of Myself” has an added resonance this year because I’m 37 and the poem refers to that age in its first section:

“My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.”

I’ve heard of a person’s 33rd birthday being called his “Jesus year” because that’s the age Christ was when he died. So I guess my 37th year can be the Whitman year.”

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~ by ericedits on May 10, 2010.

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