NOT youth pertains to me,
Nor delicatesseI cannot beguile the time with talk;
Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant;
In the learnd coterie sitting constraind and stillfor learning. inures
not to
me;
Beauty, knowledge, inure not to meyet there are two or three things inure to me;
I have nourishd the wounded, and soothd many a dying soldier,
And at intervals, waiting, or in the midst of camp,
Composed these songs.
Not Youth Pertains to Me.
written byWalt Whitman
© Walt Whitman