Let me conclude with a little paragraph of prose
which I love very dearly from preface, the first edition,
"Leaves of Grass," Walt Whitman.
This is what you shall do--
love the Earth, and the Sun, and the animals.
Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
stand up for the stupid and crazy,
devote your income and labor to others,
hate tyrants, argue not concerning God,
have patience and indulgence toward the people.
Take off your hat to nothing known, or unknown,
or to any man, or any number of men,
go freely with powerful uneducated persons
and with the young and with the mothers of families,
re-examine all you have been told at school or church
or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul,
and your very flesh shall be a great poem
and have the richest fluency, not only in its words
but in the silent lines of its lips and face
and between the lashes of your eyes
and in every motion and joint of your body.
Good night.
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