Bombay Beach Biennale
Excerpts from Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass
Photo: Pedro Almohada @therealalmohada
Read the poem across the photographs
From “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman, as printed across this photo essay:
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
Photos, left to right: Pedro Almohada @therealalmohada; Xan Blood Walker
Photos, this spread: Haines Wilkerson HitherAndWander.com
Photo, black and white print on wood: Alex Freund @alex_freund
Photos, from left to right: Pedro Almohada @therealalmohada; Haines Wilkerson HitherAndWander.com
Photo, right: Haines Wilkerson HitherAndWander.com
