Saturday, April 17, 2021

Walt Whitman: from Song of Myself 2

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,

I breathe the fragrance of myself and know it and like it,

The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.


The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,

It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,

I am mad for it to be in contact with me.





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