They ask me , “why do you write about yourself?”
I ask them , “Tell me whom I better know
My shattered psyche or that of others”. Secret pelf
And this way goes on our pow – wow

They tell me, : All observers who are great,
Do outward look and shun the personal view
And with impersonal diction, they narrate
And rest they leave to readers; why not you?”

I tell them, “ They who make this absurd claim
Do only delve in shallowness. Pretend
To know the whole from part and my friend,
I know that all their greatness is selfsame.

Great Thoreau lived forever in concord
And dazzled every thinker , every