O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.

I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.

Human bodies are words, myriads of words, (In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped, natural, gay, Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.)

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

Simplicity is the glory of expression.