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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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EARTH, MY LIKENESS.
Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there, |
I now suspect that is not all; |
I now suspect there is something fierce in you eligible to burst forth, |
For an athlete is enamour'd of me, and I of him, |
But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me eligi-
ble to burst forth,
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I dare not tell it in words, not even in these songs. |
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