Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body. - Walt Whitman

Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

All truths wait in all things,
They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,
They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,
The insignificant is as big to me as any,
(What is less or more than a touch?)
Logic and sermons never convince,
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.