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.

Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 57. My Picture-Gallery.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass
Year: Published/Written in 1900
Poem of the Day: Aug 16 2006

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