Inscription
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| Added inline | purple with double underline |
| Uncertain | gray with wavy underline |
| Supplied from another source | turquoise with brackets |
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| Long deletion | gray background with top and bottom border |
[begin leaf 1 recto]
540
Chant, yet the greatest—namely,
One's‑Self—that wondrous thing, a
simple, separate person. That, for the use
of the New World, I sing. [cut away] Man's physiology complete from top to toe I
sing. Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone,
is worthy of the muse;—I say the Form
complete is worthy far. The female,
equally with the male I sing. Of you, O friend, whoe'er you are, at
last arriving hither to commence, I
feel through every leaf the pressure of
your hand, which I return. And thus
upon our journey link'd together let us
go. H.G 155 [begin leaf 1 verso]
Y 35
H.G. 155
540
Inscription.
to the 4th Edition of Leaves of Grass.
Small is the theme of the followingChant, yet the greatest—namely,
One's‑Self—that wondrous thing, a
simple, separate person. That, for the use
of the New World, I sing. [cut away] Man's physiology complete from top to toe I
sing. Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone,
is worthy of the muse;—I say the Form
complete is worthy far. The female,
equally with the male I sing. Of you, O friend, whoe'er you are, at
last arriving hither to commence, I
feel through every leaf the pressure of
your hand, which I return. And thus
upon our journey link'd together let us
go. H.G 155 [begin leaf 1 verso]
Y 35
H.G. 155