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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scented Herbage Of My Breast</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SCENTED herbage of my breast,<br> Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards,<br> Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing up above me, above death,<br> Perennial roots, tall leaves--O the winter shall not freeze you,<br> delicate leaves,<br> Every year shall you bloom again--out from where you retired, you<br> shall emerge again;<br> O I do not know whether many, passing by, will discover you, or<br> inhale your faint odor--but I believe a few will;<br> O slender leaves! O blossoms of my blood! I permit you to tell, in<br> your own way, of the heart that is under you;<br> O burning and throbbing--surely all will one day be accomplish'd;<br> O I do not know what you mean, there underneath yourselves--you are<br> not happiness,<br> You are often more bitter than I can bear--you burn and sting me, 10<br> Yet you are very beautiful to me, you faint-tinged roots--you make me<br> think of Death,<br> Death is beautiful from you--(what indeed is finally beautiful,<br> except Death and Love?)<br> --O I think it is not for life I am chanting here my chant of<br> lovers--I think it must be for Death,<br> For how calm, how solemn it grows, to ascend to the atmosphere of<br> lovers,<br> Death or life I am then indifferent--my Soul declines to prefer,<br> I am not sure but the high Soul of lovers welcomes death most;<br> Indeed, O Death, I think now these leaves mean precisely the same as<br> you mean;<br> Grow up taller, sweet leaves, that I may see! grow up out of my<br> breast!<br> Spring away from the conceal'd heart there!<br> Do not fold yourself so in your pink-tinged roots, timid leaves! 20<br> Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my breast!<br> Come, I am determin'd to unbare this broad breast of mine--I have<br> long enough stifled and choked:<br> --Emblematic and capricious blade, I leave you--now you serve me not;<br> Away! I will say what I have to say, by itself,<br> I will escape from the sham that was proposed to me,<br> I will sound myself and comrades only--I will never again utter a<br> call, only their call,<br> I will raise, with it, immortal reverberations through The States,<br> I will give an example to lovers, to take permanent shape and will<br> through The States;<br> Through me shall the words be said to make death exhilarating;<br> Give me your tone therefore, O Death, that I may accord with it, 30<br> Give me yourself--for I see that you belong to me now above all, and<br> are folded inseparably together--you Love and Death are;<br> Nor will I allow you to balk me any more with what I was calling<br> life,<br> For now it is convey'd to me that you are the purports essential,<br> That you hide in these shifting forms of life, for reasons--and that<br> they are mainly for you,<br> That you, beyond them, come forth, to remain, the real reality,<br> That behind the mask of materials you patiently wait, no matter how<br> long,<br> That you will one day, perhaps, take control of all,<br> That you will perhaps dissipate this entire show of appearance,<br> That may-be you are what it is all for--but it does not last so very<br> long;<br> But you will last very long.   40</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards,
 Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing up above me, above death,
 Perennial roots, tall leaves--O the winter shall not freeze you,
 delicate leaves,
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