The Flame

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slavesdiary:

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

slavesdiary:

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

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

― Walt WhitmanSong of Myself