It will take me 10 hours to stamp it all in and I don't even care. I will stamp until my fingertips bleed and tremble for this. Taking into account that I do not consider myself a "poetry person," I find it strange how much I love Whitman (or is it, doesn't everyone?). But his words speak to every part of me, and this is one of my very favorites:
From the Preface to Leaves of Grass (1855):
This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun, and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence towards the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men; go freely with the powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and mothers, of families: read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life: re-examine all you have been told at school or church, or in any books, and dismiss whatever insults your soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
What do you think? Too much? I love it.