 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
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Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good-fortune;Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
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The earth—that is sufficient;I do not want the constellations any nearer;
I know they are very well where they are;
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
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(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens;I carry them, men and women—I carry them with me wherever I go;
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them;
I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |