THE prairie-grass dividing--its special odor breathing, <br /> I demand of it the spiritual corresponding, <br /> Demand the most copious and close companionship of men, <br /> Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings, <br /> Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh, nutritious, <br /> Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and <br /> command--leading, not following, <br /> Those with a never-quell'd audacity--those with sweet and lusty <br /> flesh, clear of taint, <br /> Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and Governors, <br /> as to say, Who are you? <br /> Those of earth-born passion, simple, never-constrain'd, never <br /> obedient, <br /> Those of inland America. 10<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prairie-grass-dividing/
