Earth, My Likeness
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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.
| from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman | |
| A Leaf for Hand in Hand | I Dream’d in a Dream 
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