all.) I exist.
And what is love?
Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.4 Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues.Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.21 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 new.I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.
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Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!
You my rich blood!Will you prove already too late?An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return.One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.By, walt Whitman, i celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.What do you think has become of the young and old men?All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass.