We were together. I forget the rest.

Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results, And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death, And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

I cannot too often repeat that Democracy is a word the real gist of which still sleeps, quite unawakened, notwithstanding the resonance and the many angry tempests out of which its syllables have come, from pen or tongue. It is a great word, whose history, I suppose, remains unwritten because that history has yet to be enacted.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.