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“Song of Myself”

Monday, May 31st, 2010

I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease … observing a spear of summer grass.

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes … the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume … it has no taste of the distillation … it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever … I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank, by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, and buzzed whispers … loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration … the beating of my heart … the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-colored sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belched words of my voice … words loosed to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses … a few embraces … a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hillsides,
The feeling of health … the full-noon trill … the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.

Have you reckoned a thousand acres much? Have you reckoned the earth much?
Have you practiced so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun … there are millions of suns left,
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand … nor look through the eyes of the dead … nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them for yourself.

– from “Song of Myself” from “Leaves of Grass” by Walt Whitman

Celebrate the birthday of Walt Whitman at the Robert Burns statue in Albany’s Washington Park at 6pm today. Local poets and other citizens will gather at the statue to read (and listen to) Whitman’s “Song of Myself.” Rain or shine. Free admission. Bring chairs or blankets to sit on.

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Song of Myself, and you…

Sunday, May 24th, 2009

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease … observing a spear of summer grass.”

Celebrate the 190th anniversary of the birth of the great American poet Walt Whitman with a public (and participatory) reading of his epic classic, “Song of Myself.” Presented by the fine folks at the Poetry Motel Foundation and the Hudson Valley Writers Guild,  Nippertown poets and poetry fans will gather together at the Robert Burns statue in Albany’s Washington Park at 6pm Sunday, May 31. Listen or read a section of the poem yourself at the free, rain-or-shine event.

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