Quotes about Connection

And now it [grass] seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves, Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps, And here you are the mothers' laps. - Song of Myself : 6

Whoever you are holding me now in hand, Without one thing all will be useless, I give you fair warning before you attempt me further, I am not what you supposed, but far different. -from Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand

Give me such shows--give me the streets of Manhattan!

And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers… and the women my sisters and lovers

I depart as air .... I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.

He sees eternity in men and women, he does not see men and women as dreams or dots.

This is no book; Who touches this, touches a man; (Is it night? Are we here alone?) It is I you hold, and who holds you; I spring from the pages into your arms...

I do not call one greater and one smaller, that which fills it period and place is equal to any.

In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

Speech is the twin of my vision . . . . it is unequal to measure itself.

I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue, questioning every one I meet