SD: A July Afternoon by the Pond

I can't decide whether I enjoy or am frustrated by Whitman contradicting himself. It feels as though he does it on purpose for us to see the singularity and duality of what he talks about, however, I don't think this works in all cases. He shuns the perfumes of full rooms but embraces those of nature, this can be understood. However, his relationship with people is what confuses me. He talks about not wanting to be a part of society, but when he is away from it he misses people. His love hate relationship with the world is more enough to confuse the hell out of me.