Somehow I have been stunned. Stand back!
Give me a little time beyond my cuffed head and slumbers
and dreams and gaping,
I discover myself on the verge of the usual mistake.
Mots clés leaves-of-grass 1855
They do not sweat and whine about their condition, they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, they do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago.
Walt WhitmanMots clés animals walt-whitman
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself.
Mots clés self-esteem contentment self-satisfaction
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?
I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys of Switzerland - I mark the long winters and the isolation.
Walt WhitmanWhy should I pray? Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?
Walt WhitmanMots clés prayer-poetry
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuffed with the stuff that is course, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine, one of the nation, of many nations, the smallest the same and the the largest
Mots clés wisdom poetry nature youth self old naturalism nationality nation maternal paternal youthful
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Mots clés poetry
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
Do 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.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
Mots clés individuality poetry nature
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