“BROAD-AXE, shapely, naked, wan!
Head from the mother’s bowels drawn!
Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one and
lip only one!
Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown! helve produced
from a little seed sown!
Resting, the grass amid and upon,
To be leaned, and to lean on”—Walt Whitman, from The Broad-Axe Poem, Leaves of Grass (via bestmadeco)