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It’s been a long time since I read Leaves of Grass. In “Song of Myself,” lines I forgot I loved:
the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth
rejections with convex lips,
You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
Not asking the sky to come down to my good will,
I resist any thing better than my own diversity,
you take it I would astonish?
Does the daylight astonish? does the early redstart twittering
through the woods?
Do I astonish more than they?
This hour I tell things in confidence,
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
Whoever degrades another degrades me
I speak the pass-word primeval,
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
I am there again.