From
Leaves of Grass, by
Walt Whitman:
Native moments — when you come upon me — ah you are here now,
Give me now
libidinous joys only,
Give me the drench of my
passions, give me life coarse and rank,
To-day I go consort with Nature's
darlings, to-night too,
I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight
orgies of young men,
I dance with the dancers and
drink with the drinkers,
The echoes ring with out
indecent calls, I pick out some low person for my dearest friend,
He shall be lawless, rude,
illiterate, he shall be one condemned by others for deeds done,
I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my
companions?
O you shunn'd persons, I at least do not
shun you,
I come forthwith in your midst, I will be your
poet,
I will be more to you than to any of the rest.