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cose queste e cose quelle

Name:
giulia
Birthdate:
7 January 1980
External Services:
  • giuliette@livejournal.com
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,
Stuffed with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffed
with the stuff that is fine,

One of the great nation, the nation of many
nations, the smallest the same, the largest
the same,
A southerner soon as a northerner, a planter non-
chalant and hospitable,
A Yankee bound my own way, ready for trade,
my joints the limberest joints on earth and
the sternest joints on earth,
A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in
my deer-skin leggings,
A boatman over lakes or bays, or along coasts —
a Hoosier, Badger, Buckeye,
A Louisianian or Georgian, a Poke-easy from
sand-hills and pines,
At home on Canadian snow-shoes, or up in the
bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland,
At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the
rest, and tacking,
At home on the hills of Vermont, or in the woods
of Maine, or the Texan ranch,
Comrade of Californians, comrade of free north-
westerners, loving their big proportions.
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen, comrade of all
who shake hands and welcome to drink and
meat,
A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the
thoughtfulest,
A novice beginning, experient of myriads of sea-
sons,
Of every hue, trade, rank, of every caste and re-
ligion,
Not merely of the New World, but of Africa,
Europe, Asia—a wandering savage,
A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor,
lover, quaker,
A prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician,
priest.

I resist anything better than my own diversity,
And breathe the air, and leave plenty after me,
And am not stuck up, and am in my place.

The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place,
The suns I see, and the suns I cannot see, are
in their place,
The palpable is in its place, and the impalpable
is in its place.

.....

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

........

Walt Whitman







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