Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone by Walt Whitman

Roots and leaves themselves alone are these;


Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the pond-side,


Breast-sorrel and pinks of love--fingers that wind around tighter than vines,


Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage of trees, as the sun is risen;


Breezes of land and love--breezes set from living shores out to you on the living sea--to you, O sailors!


Frost-mellow'd berries, and Third-month twigs, offer'd fresh to young persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up,


Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are,


Buds to be unfolded on the old terms;


If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you;


If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.

свернуть