De Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
| Come closer to me, |
| Push close my lovers and take the best I possess, |
| Yield closer and closer and give me the best you possess. |
| This is unfinished business with me . . . . how is it with you? |
| I was chilled with the cold types and cylinder and wet paper between us. |
| I pass so poorly with paper and types . . . . I must pass with the contact of bodies and souls. |
| I do not thank you for liking me as I am, and liking the touch of me . . . . I know that it is good for you to do so. |
(...)
| The learned and virtuous and benevolent, and the usual terms; |
| A man like me, and never the usual terms. |
