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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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ALL IS TRUTH.
O ME, man of slack faith so long, |
Standing aloof, denying portions so long, |
Only aware to-day of compact all-diffused truth, |
Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, and can be none,
but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon
itself,
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Or as any law of the earth or any natural production of the earth
does.
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(This is curious and may not be realized immediately, but it must
be realized,
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I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest, |
And that the universe does.) |
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Where has fail'd a perfect return indifferent of lies or the truth? |
Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? or in the spirit of man?
or in the meat and blood?
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Meditating among liars and retreating sternly into myself, I see
that there are really no liars or lies after all,
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And that nothing fails its perfect return, and that what are called
lies are perfect returns,
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And that each thing exactly represents itself and what has pre-
ceded it,
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And that the truth includes all, and is compact just as much as
space is compact,
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And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth—
but that all is truth without exception;
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And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, |
And sing and laugh and deny nothing. |
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