Часовщики / Clockmasters - Song of myself (Цоколь)

Song of Myself I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass, of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood form’d from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same. I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in