I exist as I am, that is enough.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars.
I accept Reality and dare not question it.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune.
He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
Every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every inch of space is a miracle.
Every existence has its idiom, every thing has an idiom and tongue.
Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?
Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.