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object:1.whitman - Scented Herbage Of My Breast
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
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SCENTED herbage of my breast,
Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards,
Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing up above me, above death,
Perennial roots, tall leavesO the winter shall not freeze you,
       delicate leaves,
Every year shall you bloom againout from where you retired, you
       shall emerge again;
O I do not know whether many, passing by, will discover you, or
       inhale your faint odorbut I believe a few will;
O slender leaves! O blossoms of my blood! I permit you to tell, in
       your own way, of the heart that is under you;
O burning and throbbingsurely all will one day be accomplish'd;
O I do not know what you mean, there underneath yourselvesyou are
       not happiness,
You are often more bitter than I can bearyou burn and sting me,


Yet you are very beautiful to me, you faint-tinged rootsyou make me
       think of Death,
Death is beautiful from you(what indeed is finally beautiful,
       except Death and Love?)
O I think it is not for life I am chanting here my chant of
       loversI think it must be for Death,
For how calm, how solemn it grows, to ascend to the atmosphere of
       lovers,
Death or life I am then indifferentmy Soul declines to prefer,
I am not sure but the high Soul of lovers welcomes death most;
Indeed, O Death, I think now these leaves mean precisely the same as
       you mean;
Grow up taller, sweet leaves, that I may see! grow up out of my
       breast!
Spring away from the conceal'd heart there!
Do not fold yourself so in your pink-tinged roots, timid leaves!


Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my breast!
Come, I am determin'd to unbare this broad breast of mineI have
       long enough stifled and choked:
Emblematic and capricious blade, I leave younow you serve me not;
Away! I will say what I have to say, by itself,
I will escape from the sham that was proposed to me,
I will sound myself and comrades onlyI will never again utter a
       call, only their call,
I will raise, with it, immortal reverberations through The States,
I will give an example to lovers, to take permanent shape and will
       through The States;
Through me shall the words be said to make death exhilarating;
Give me your tone therefore, O Death, that I may accord with it,


Give me yourselffor I see that you belong to me now above all, and
are folded inseparably togetheryou Love and Death
       are;
Nor will I allow you to balk me any more with what I was calling
       life,
For now it is convey'd to me that you are the purports essential,
That you hide in these shifting forms of life, for reasonsand that
       they are mainly for you,
That you, beyond them, come forth, to remain, the real reality,
That behind the mask of materials you patiently wait, no matter how
       long,
That you will one day, perhaps, take control of all,
That you will perhaps dissipate this entire show of appearance,
That may-be you are what it is all forbut it does not last so very
       long;
But you will last very long.






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