Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | ||
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My lovers suffocate me!Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin,
Jostling me through streets and public halls—coming naked to me at night,
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Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled under-brush,
Or while I swim in the bath, or drink from the pump at the corner—or the curtain is down at the opera, or I glimpse at a woman's face in the railroad car,
Lighting on every moment of my life,
Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses,
Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts, and giving them to be mine.
Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | ||