"AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, | |
Healthy, free, the world before me, | |
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose. | |
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune; | |
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, | 5 |
Strong and content, I travel the open road. | |
The earth—that is sufficient; | |
I do not want the constellations any nearer; | |
I know they are very well where they are; | |
I know they suffice for those who belong to them. | 10 |
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens; | |
I carry them, men and women—I carry them with me wherever I go; | |
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them; | |
I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)" |
~ Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road
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