Native Moments. by Walt Whitman
NATIVE moments! when you come upon meâ€”Ah 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 natureâ€™s darlingsâ€”to-night too;
I am for those who believe in loose delightsâ€”I 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 prostituteâ€”I pick out some low person for my dearest friend,
He shall be lawless, rude, illiterateâ€”he shall be one condemnâ€™d by others for deeds
I will play a part no longerâ€”Why should I exile myself from my companions?
O you shunnâ€™d persons! I at least do not shun you,
I come forthwith in your midstâ€”I will be your poet,
I will be more to you than to any of the rest.