* Loaf with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat.
* I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
* What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls
restrained by decorum.
* Sing from the swamps, the recesses, pour your chant from the bushes,
Limitless out of the dusk, out of cedars and pines.
* I do not press my fingers across my mouth.
* Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sunrise would kill me
If I could not now and always send sunrise out of me.
* I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
* I tilt my hat anyway I choose.
* Unscrew the locks from the doors!
Unscrew the doors themselves from the jambs!
* I no longer seek good fortune, I myself am good fortune.
* I am large, I contain multitudes.