The Float And Odor Of Hair
Barley, a dog, sniffs with great enthusiasm at a shrug. In the foreground, out of focus, a scrap of brown paper hangs from a tree that reads, “this is the murmur of yearning” in black calligraphy.
"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."
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."
-Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself," 1892 version.