Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | ||
[36. Earth! my likeness!]
Earth! my likeness!Though you look so impassive, ample and spherie there,
I now suspect that is not all;
I now suspect there is something fierce in you, eligible to burst forth;
For an athlete is enamoured of me—and I of him,
But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me, eligible to burst forth,
I dare not tell it in words—not even in these songs.
Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | ||