Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities!
These are the days that must happen to you.
O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.
Day by day and night by night we were together – all else has long been forgotten by me.
The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him – it cannot fail.
The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.
I sing the body electric.
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.
Thought Of equality- as if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself- as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
The best writing has no lace on its sleeves.
I love doctors and hate their medicine.
The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.
I hate commas in the wrong places.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.
Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.
And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles.