"I will not have a single person slighted or left away"

"[...]

18

With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums,
I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches
     for conquer'd and slain persons.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in
     which they are won.
I beat and pound for the dead,
I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for
     them.
Vivas to those who have fail'd!
And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!
And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome
     heroes!
And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest
     heroes known!

19

This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger,
It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous, I make
     appointments with all,
I will not have a single person slighted or left away,
The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited,
The heavy-lipp'd slave is invited, the venerealee is invited;
There shall be no difference between them and the rest.
This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of
     hair,
This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning,
This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,
This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again.
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica
     on the side of a rock has.
Do you take it I would astonish?
Does the daylight astonish? does the early redstart twittering
     through the woods?
Do I astonish more than they?
This hour I tell things in confidence,
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
[...]"

"Song Of Myself" (Secções 18 e 19), de Walt Whitman 

Fonte: Modern American Poetry