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The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore, and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn;
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The sound of the belch’d words of my voice, words loos’d 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... show more
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 hill-sides; show less
Whitman
And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to... Learn More
And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to... Learn More
Walt
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes; I breathe... Learn More
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes; I breathe... Learn More
