автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Song of Myself

Walt Whitman

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.

I know I am august,
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,
I see that the elementary laws never apologize,

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,

I am the poet of the body,
And I am the poet of the soul.

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,

There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now;
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

I believe in the flesh and the appetites,
Seeing hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from;
The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer,
This head is more than churches or bibles or creeds.

contradict myself?
Very well then . . . . I contradict myself;
I am large . . . . I contain multitudes.