Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 16. Behold This Swarthy Face

Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes,
This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm;
Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly
      on the lips with robust love,
And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a
      kiss in return,
We observe that salute of American comrades land and sea,
We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.

1. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 29. Earth, My Likeness
2. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 13. Out from Behind This Mask [To Confront a Portrait]
3. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 20. Thought
4. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 27. Others May Praise What They Like
5. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 38. The Prairie States

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