Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 29. Earth, My Likeness

Earth, my likeness,
Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there,
I now suspect that is not all;
I now suspect there is something fierce in you eligible to burst forth,
For an athlete is enamour'd of me, and I of him,
But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me eligible
      to burst forth,
I dare not tell it in words, not even in these songs.

1. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 16. The Last Invocation
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 28. Old Salt Kossabone
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 29. Grand Is the Seen
4. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 15. These Carols
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 46. Twenty Years

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