O unspeakable passionate love.
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.
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There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the en kvinde på udkig efter en nat worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know.I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.Which of the young men does she like the best?Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.And what is life?My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle.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!Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?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.You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.