I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.

Day full-blown and splendid-day of the immense sun, action, ambition, laughter, The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and restoring darkness.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.