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One's Self I Sing

ONE'S-SELF I singa 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 museI say
        the Form complete is worthier far;
The Female equally with the male I sing.

Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerfulfor freest action form'd, under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)