All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine
Song of Myself
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues
You must habit yourself to the dazzle
Sources: “Passenger ship Zealandia in wartime dazzle paint.” Australian National Maritime Museum, https://www.flickr.com/photos/anmm_thecommons/7737510908. Photoshopped.
Whitman, Song of Myself, section 46.
There is that in me — I do not know what it is — but I know it is in me.
