Leaves of grass. | ||
TO RICH GIVERS.
WHAT you give me, I cheerfully
accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money — these, as I rendezvous with my poems,
A traveler's lodging and breakfast as I journey through The States — Why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? Why to advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman;
For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of the universe.
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money — these, as I rendezvous with my poems,
A traveler's lodging and breakfast as I journey through The States — Why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? Why to advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman;
For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of the universe.
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Leaves of grass. | ||