And then, Whitman’s that poem suddenly fluttered before me like the bird trying …

And then, Whitman’s that poem suddenly fluttered before me like the bird trying to free himself from the cage, and it divulged my secret; it made me to steal my eyes; it made me worthless; and it brought defame for me.
— in 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔’𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂 𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 by 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒓 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒓