Walt Whitman wrote one book
(that matters) and then kept editing it
for 37 years (adding much). He
got caught in the net of editing.
Was it another mortal sin for
a poet? Like endless writing
of new material which never
leads to a manuscript? No.
He had written his great work.
All that was left was polishing.
18.06.2024
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