As I lay with my head in your lap, camerado, <br />The confession I made I resume -- what I said to you in the open air I resume: <br />I know I am restless, and make others so; <br />I know my words are weapons, full of danger, full of death; <br />For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to unsettle them; <br />I am more resolute because all have denied me, than I could ever have been had all accepted me; <br />I heed not, and have never heeded eiher experience, cautions, majorities, or ridicule; <br />And the threat of what is called hell is little or nothing to me; <br />And the lure of what is called heaven is little or nothing to me; <br />Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination, <br />Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quelled and defeated.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-lay-with-my-head-in-your-lap-camerado/
