Walt Whitman

LEAVES OF GRASS
(1891-92 issue)
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 Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude;
 How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
 
 What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?
 
 All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own,
 Else it were time lost listening to me.
 
 I do not snivel that snivel the world over,
 That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.
 
 Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity
 goes to the fourth-remov'd,
 I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.
 
 Why should I pray? why should I venerate and be ceremonious?
 
 Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel'd with
 doctors and calculated close,
 I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
 
 In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less,
 And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
 
 I know I am solid and sound,
 To me the converging objects of the universe (...)
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