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    Excerpt from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman

    1
    I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
    And what I assume you shall assume,
    For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
    I loafe and invite my soul,
    I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
    My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil,
    this air,
    Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and
    their parents the same,
    I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
    Hoping to cease not till death.
    Creeds and schools in abeyance ,
    Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never
    forgotten,
    I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
    Nature without check with original energy.
    2
    Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are
    crowded with perfumes,
    I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
    The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
    The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the
    distillation, it is odorless,
    It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
    I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised
    and naked,
    I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
    The smoke of my own breath,
    Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread,
    crotch and vine,
    My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the
    passing of blood and air through my lungs,
    The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and
    dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
    The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the
    eddies of the wind,
    A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
    The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs
    wag,
    The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the
    fields and hill-sides,
    The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising
    from bed and meeting the sun.
    3
    Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd
    the earth much?
    Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?
    Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
    Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the
    origin of all poems,
    You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are
    millions of suns left,)
    You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor
    look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the
    spectres in books,
    You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things
    from me,
    You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
    i Loafe - remain idle; do nothing
    ii Abeyance - suspension; a temporary state of inactivity
    iii Reckon - calculated or figured out
    iv Spectre - ghost

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