Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.

I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.