Leaves of Grass (Song of myself)

[I]

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.

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[II]

...

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the

.......origin of all poems,

You shall possess the good of earth and sun . . . . there

.......millions of suns left,

You shall no longer take things at second or third

.......hand . . . . nor look through the eyes of the dead . . . .

.......nor feel on the spectres in books,

You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things
.......from me

You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

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Walt Whitman

Song of myself, in Leaves of Grass,

introduction by Harold Bloom, Penguin Classics, 2005)