POEM: One’s-Self I Sing (Walt Whitman)

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.

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Walt Whitman (1819-1892). Leaves of Grass.