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Leaves of Grass. I CELEBRATE 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.
- INSCRIPTIONS. One’s-Self I Sing. One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing.
- Starting from Paumanok. 1 Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais’d by a perfect mother, After roaming many lands, lover of populous pavements, Dweller in Mannahatta my city, or on southern savannas, Or a soldier camp’d or carrying my knapsack and gun, or a miner in California, Or rude in my home in Dakota’s woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring, Or withdrawn to muse and meditate in some deep recess, Far from the clank of crowds intervals passing rapt and happy, Aware of the fresh free giver the flowing Missouri, aware of mighty Niagara, Aware of the buffalo herds grazing the plains, the hirsute and strong-breasted bull, Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers experienced, stars, rain, snow, my amaze, Having studied the mocking-bird’s tones and the flight of the mountain-hawk, And heard at dawn the unrivall’d one, the hermit thrush from the swamp-cedars, Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.
- Song of Myself. 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.
- CHILDREN OF ADAM. To the Garden the World. To the garden the world anew ascending, Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious here behold my resurrection after slumber, The revolving cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again, Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous, My limbs and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for reasons, most wondrous, Existing I peer and penetrate still, Content with the present, content with the past, By my side or back of me Eve following, Or in front, and I following her just the same.
This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful. I Hear It Was Charged Against Me. The Prairie-Grass Dividing. When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame. We Two Boys Together Clinging. A Promise to California. Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. No Labor-Saving Machine. A Glimpse.
Nov 6, 2018 · Below is the 1892 version of the poem, completed shortly before Whitman’s death in the same year. ‘Song of Myself’ by Walt Whitman. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
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 my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. 25 Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and
The boundless blue on every side expanding, With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy’d on the dense marine, Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails, She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night,
WALT WHITMAN (1819-1892) SONG OF MYSELF. Indexes: [ by Poet | by First Line | by Date | by Keyword | by Topic | Criticism on Poetry ] Related Materials: [ Encoding Guidelines | Questions and Answers | UT English Library] Original Text: Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891-92): 29-79. PS 3201 1891 Robarts Library.
