Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 36. As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado

As I lay with my head in your lap camerado,
The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the open air
      I resume,
I know I am restless and make others so,
I know my words are weapons full of danger, full of death,
For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to
      unsettle them,
I am more resolute because all have denied me than I could ever have
      been had all accepted me,
I heed not and have never heeded either experience, cautions,
      majorities, nor ridicule,
And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me,
And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me;
Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still
      urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,
Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell'd and defeated.

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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