Chapter Text
Song Of Myself
1892
1. Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes,
That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent,
Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead?
2. Urge and urge and urge,
always the procreant urge of the world
3.Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.