Walt Whitman
@skeetsofgrass.bsky.social
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The 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, in order, little by little, over and over.
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Old age superbly rising! Ineffable grace of dying days!
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Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine.
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Bussing my body with soft and balsamic busses,
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Lighting on every moment of my life,
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Or while I swim in the bath .... or drink from the pump at the corner .... or the curtain is down at the opera .... or I glimpse at a woman’s face in the railroad car;
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Calling my name from flowerbeds or vines or tangled underbrush,
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Crying by day Ahoy from the rocks of the river .... swinging and chirping over my head,
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Jostling me through streets and public halls .... coming naked to me at night,
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Crowding my lips, and thick in the pores of my skin,
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Span of youth! Ever-pushed elasticity! Manhood balanced and florid and full!
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Now I stand on this spot with my soul.
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All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me,
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Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.
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For it the nebula cohered to an orb .... the long slow strata piled to rest it on .... vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
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My embryo has never been torpid .... nothing could overlay it;
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Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me,
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They sent influences to look after what was to hold me.
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For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings,
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Cycles ferried my cradle, sowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen;
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Faithful and friendly the arms that have helped me.
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Immense have been the preparations for me,
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Long I was hugged close .... long and long.
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And took my time .... and took no hurt from the fœtid carbon.
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And slept while God carried me through the lethargic mist,