I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.
Walt WhitmanThrough the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.
Walt WhitmanBe not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.
Walt Whitman