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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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TO YOU.
WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, |
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet
and hands,
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Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,
troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
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Your true soul and body appear before me, |
They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work,
farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking,
suffering, dying.
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Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my
poem,
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I whisper with my lips close to your ear, |
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than
you.
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O I have been dilatory and dumb, |
I should have made my way straight to you long ago, |
I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted
nothing but you.
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I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you, |
None has understood you, but I understand you, |
None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to your-
self,
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None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in
you,
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None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never
consent to subordinate you,
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I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God,
beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.
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Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure
of all,
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From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-
color'd light,
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But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nim-
bus of gold-color'd light,
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From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams,
effulgently flowing forever.
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O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you! |
You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon
yourself all your life,
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Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time, |
What you have done returns already in mockeries, |
(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mock-
eries, what is their return?)
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The mockeries are not you, |
Underneath them and within them I see you lurk, |
I pursue you where none else has pursued you, |
Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the accustom'd
routine, if these conceal you from others or from yourself,
they do not conceal you from me,
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The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these
balk others they do not balk me,
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The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, pre-
mature death, all these I part aside.
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There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in
you,
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There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in
you,
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No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you, |
No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you. |
As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like care-
fully to you,
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I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I
sing the songs of the glory of you.
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Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard! |
These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, |
These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are
immense and interminable as they,
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These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of appar-
ent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress
over them,
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Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain,
passion, dissolution.
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The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency, |
Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest,
whatever you are promulges itself,
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Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing
is scanted,
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Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are
picks its way.
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