He (President Abraham Lincoln) has a face like a hoosier Michael Angelo, so awful ugly it becomes beautiful, with its strange mouth, its deep-cut, criss-cross lines, and its doughnut complexion |
He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher |
Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune. |
Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely. |
How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed! |
Hushed be the camps to-day. No more for him life's stormy conflicts, nor victory, nor defeat ? no more time's dark events. |
I accept reality and dare not question it |
I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers. |
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars. |
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles |
I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep. |
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you |
I celebrate myself, and sing myself. |
I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass. |
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious. |