NATIVE moments! when you come upon meAh you are here now!
Give me now libidinous joys only!
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!
To-day, I go consort with natures darlingsto-night too;
I am for those who believe in loose delightsI share the midnight orgies of young men;
I dance with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers;
The echoes ring with our indecent calls;
I take for my love some prostituteI pick out some low person for my dearest friend,
He shall be lawless, rude, illiteratehe shall be one condemnd by others for deeds
done;
I will play a part no longerWhy should I exile myself from my companions?
O you shunnd persons! I at least do not shun you,
I come forthwith in your midstI will be your poet,
I will be more to you than to any of the rest.
Native Moments.
written byWalt Whitman
© Walt Whitman