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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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Behold this Swarthy Face.
BEHOLD this swarthy face—these gray eyes, |
This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck, |
My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without
charm;
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Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting,
kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love,
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And I, on the crossing of the street, or on the ship's
deck, give a kiss in return;
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We observe that salute of American comrades, land and
sea,
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We are those two natural and nonchalant persons. |
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