I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
Walt WhitmanI celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Walt WhitmanComerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from the pages into your arms-decease calls me forth.
Walt Whitman