Classic · 1855
Song of Myself
Sections 1 and 52 (excerpt)
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.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— from the close of the poem, Section 52 —
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.