Leaves of Grass (1867)

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EARTH! MY LIKENESS!

EARTH! my likeness!
Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric
         there,
I now suspect that is not all;
I now suspect there is something fierce in you, eligible
         to burst forth;
For an athlete is enamour'd of me—and I of him,
But toward him there is something fierce and terrible
         in me, eligible to burst forth,
I dare not tell it in words—not even in these songs.
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