The smoke of my own breath.
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Leaves of Grass
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The smoke of my own breath;
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Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine;
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My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs;
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The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore, and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn;
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The sound of the belch’d words of my voice, words loos’d to the eddies of the wind;
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A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms;
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The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag;
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The delight alone, or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides;
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The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
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Walt Whitman