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.
If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!
Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambush'd womb of the shadows.
44 It is time to explain myself-let us stand.Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting.10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.Do I astonish more than they?Who has done his day's work?And what is life?That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
41 I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.
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Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.33 Space and Time!Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.Fifteen minutes a day.Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds t com crnogorska liga patch beneath you are folded?Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified?It shall be you!