I celebrate myself, and sing myself. And what I assume you shall assume. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barleycorn less, and the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness. All seems beautiful to me. Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me; Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?
Re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sunrise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sunrise out of me.
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.
