I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from, The scent of these armpits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

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.

Oh captain my captain

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.

Where the earth is, we are.

All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.

I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained; I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition; They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins; They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God; Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things; Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago; Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.