I am the poet of the body, And I am the poet of the soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself ... the latter I translate into a new tongue. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men. I chant a new chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development. Have you outstript the rest? Are you the President? It is a trifle ... they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on. I am he that walks with the tender and growing night; I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. ... Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, 21
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 01:17:50 +0000
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