ONE'S-SELF I sing--a simple, separate Person;
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.
Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;
Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse--I say
the Form complete is worthier far;
The Female equally with the male I sing.
Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful--for freest action form'd, under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.
More verses by Walt Whitman
- Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats
- For Him I Sing
- Of Him I Love Day And Night
- By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame
- An Army Corps On The March