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Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass

Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Well I have …. for the April rain has.. and the mica on the side of a rock has
Do you take it I would astonish?
Does the daylight astonish?  Or the early redstart twittering through the woods
Do I astonish more than they?
This hour I will tell things in confidence
I might not tell everybody but I will tell you
We all have the same part to play..
All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own
Else it were time lost listening to me
And the miserable moaner has no place in the scheme of things
I do not snivel that snivel the world over
That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth
That life is a suck and sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears
Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids conformity goes and the fourth removed
I cock my hat as I please indoors or out.