Song of the open road

 

Walt Whitman

Afoot and light-hearted I take  to the open road healthy free the word before me 

The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth  I ask  not good-fortune  

I myself am good-fortune 

Henceforth  I whimper no more postpone no more need nothing 

Done with indoor complaints libraries querulous criticisms 

Strong and content I travel the open road The earth that is sufficient 

I do not want the constellation any nearer 

I know they are very well where they are 

I know they suffice for the who belong to them 

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens 

I carry them men and woman I carry them with me wherever I go 

 I swear it' is impossible for me to get rid of them 

I am fill d with them and I will fill them in return )

           

                    -Walt Whitman (1819 to 1892)

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