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1 I CELEBRATE myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.
2 I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of sum- mer grass.
3 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes — the shelves are crowded with perfumes;
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it;
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
4 The atmosphere is not a perfume — it has no taste of the distillation — it is odorless;
It is for my mouth forever — I am in love with it;
I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undis- guised and naked;
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.
2 I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of sum- mer grass.
3 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes — the shelves are crowded with perfumes;
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it;
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
4 The atmosphere is not a perfume — it has no taste of the distillation — it is odorless;
It is for my mouth forever — I am in love with it;
I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undis- guised and naked;
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
| Leaves of grass. | |