The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman. - Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nonetheless
And filter and fibre your blood.

WOMEN sit, or move to and fro — some old, some young;
The young are beautiful — but the old are more beautiful than the young.

I have hardly gone and hardly wish'd to go any farther.