My words itch at your ears till you understand them - Walt Whitman

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,
The first I graft and Increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new tongue.

henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

Now obey thy cherished secret wish,
Embrace thy friends—leave all in order;
To port and hawser's tie no more returning,
Depart upon thy endless cruise, old Sailor!