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| This is my favorite If I worship any particular thing it shall be some of the spread of my body; Translucent mould of me it shall be you, Shaded ledges and rests, firm masculine coulter, it shall be you, Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you, You my rich blood, your milky stream pale strippings of my life: Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you, My brain it shall be your occult convolutions, Root of washed sweet-flag, timorous pond-snipe, nest of quarded dublicate eggs, it shall be you. Mixed tussled hay of head and beard and brawn it shall be you, Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you: Sun so generous it shall be you, Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you, You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you, Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you, Broad muscular fields, branches of liveoak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you, Hands I have taken, face I have kissed, mortal I have ever touched, it shall be youl." "I dote on myself....there is that lot of me, and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy." "A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books." "Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With th hush of my lips I confound the topmost skeptic." "Let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles, And that we call Being." |