Leaves of Grass (1891-92)

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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 eligi-
         ble to burst forth,
I dare not tell it in words, not even in these songs.
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