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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535141" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spontaneous Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,<br> The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,<br> The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,<br> The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash,<br> The same, late in autumn--the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and<br> light and dark green,<br> The rich coverlid of the grass--animals and birds--the private<br> untrimm'd bank--the primitive apples--the pebble-stones,<br> Beautiful dripping fragments--the negligent list of one after<br> another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them,<br> The real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,)<br> The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men like me,<br> This poem, drooping shy and unseen, that I always carry, and that all<br> men carry,    10<br> (Know, once for all, avow'd on purpose, wherever are men like me, are<br> our lusty, lurking, masculine poems;)<br> Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, love-climbers,<br> and the climbing sap,<br> Arms and hands of love--lips of love--phallic thumb of love--breasts<br> of love--bellies press'd and glued together with love,<br> Earth of chaste love--life that is only life after love,<br> The body of my love--the body of the woman I love--the body of the<br> man--the body of the earth,<br> Soft forenoon airs that blow from the south-west,<br> The hairy wild-bee that murmurs and hankers up and down--that gripes<br> the full-grown lady-flower, curves upon her with amorous firm<br> legs, takes his will of her, and holds himself tremulous and<br> tight till he is satisfied,<br> The wet of woods through the early hours,<br> Two sleepers at night lying close together as they sleep, one with an<br> arm slanting down across and below the waist of the other,<br> The smell of apples, aromas from crush'd sage-plant, mint, birch-<br> bark,    20<br> The boy's longings, the glow and pressure as he confides to me what<br> he was dreaming,<br> The dead leaf whirling its spiral whirl, and falling still and<br> content to the ground,<br> The no-form'd stings that sights, people, objects, sting me with,<br> The hubb'd sting of myself, stinging me as much as it ever can any<br> one,<br> The sensitive, orbic, underlapp'd brothers, that only privileged<br> feelers may be intimate where they are,<br> The curious roamer, the hand, roaming all over the body--the bashful<br> withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly pause and<br> edge themselves,<br> The limpid liquid within the young man,<br> The vexed corrosion, so pensive and so painful,<br> The torment--the irritable tide that will not be at rest,<br> The like of the same I feel--the like of the same in others, 30<br> The young man that flushes and flushes, and the young woman that<br> flushes and flushes,<br> The young man that wakes, deep at night, the hot hand seeking to<br> repress what would master him;<br> The mystic amorous night--the strange half-welcome pangs, visions,<br> sweats,<br> The pulse pounding through palms and trembling encircling fingers--<br> the young man all color'd, red, ashamed, angry;<br> The souse upon me of my lover the sea, as I lie willing and naked,<br> The merriment of the twin-babes that crawl over the grass in the sun,<br> the mother never turning her vigilant eyes from them,<br> The walnut-trunk, the walnut-husks, and the ripening or ripen'd long-<br> round walnuts;<br> The continence of vegetables, birds, animals,<br> The consequent meanness of me should I skulk or find myself indecent,<br> while birds and animals never once skulk or find themselves<br> indecent;<br> The great chastity of paternity, to match the great chastity of<br> maternity,    40<br> The oath of procreation I have sworn--my Adamic and fresh daughters,<br> The greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I<br> saturate what shall produce boys to fill my place when I am<br> through,<br> The wholesome relief, repose, content;<br> And this bunch, pluck'd at random from myself;<br> It has done its work--I tossed it carelessly to fall where it may.</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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 The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
 The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
 The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash,
 The same, late in autumn--the hues of red, yell..."></div>
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