Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. - Walt Whitman

The question, O me! so sad, recurring -
What good amid these, O me, O life?
That you are here - that life
exists and identity,
that the powerful play goes on,
and you may contribute a verse.

Of the human form especially it is so great it must never be made ridiculous. . . Exaggerations will be revenged in human physiology.

"Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different."

-from "Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand"