green wings

green wings

duminică, 16 septembrie 2007


I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what i assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same,and their parents the same.

I harbor for good or bad, i permit to spek at very hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzzed whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,

My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and the shore and dark-colored sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belched words of my voice loosed to the eddies of the wind,\
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms.......


You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the specters in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them for yourself.
-Walt Whitman