![]() Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with Nature without check with original energy. I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,īorn here of parents born here from parents the same, and their I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. 5, 2004, at Disjecta.įor every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Save Point 0.8.1, a Portland, Oregon, exhibit, Aug. , miniature, minimalist-inspired sculptures created from industrial cereamics, an art project at Lewis and Clark College in Portland, Oregon. Tina Blue's Beginner's Guide to Prosody, exactly what the title says, and well worth reading.Įpicanthic Fold: "If a guy somewhere in Asia makes a blog and no one reads it, does it really exist?" This is the source of the first poetry placed on DayPoems. Project Gutenberg, a huge collection of books as text, produced as a volunteer enterprise starting in 1990. Walt Whitman: Song of Myself The DayPoems Poetry CollectionĬlick to submit poems to DayPoems, comment on DayPoems or a poem within, comment on other poetry sites, update links, or simply get in touch. To link to this poem, put the URL below into your page:
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