IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories?
Here the tableaus of life, and here the groupings of death;
Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself,
With finger rais'd he points to the prodigal pictures.
My Picture-callery
Walt Whitman
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Poem topics: death, life, world, room, finger, house, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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