The Department of Harper Heritage releases the greatest poem evah!!!!

The Harper Government is pleased to announce the Harper collection of the Harper form of poetry, henceforth to be known as harperetry.

 (Book cover by Malicebot Steve Harper)

Tithes Donations go to the Harper King for Life fund.
Located in the Harper building at the corner of Harper st. and Harper ave.

Song of Myself

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shall assume,

I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,

The distillation would intoxicate me also,

And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,

And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,

Do you take it I would astonish?

Does the daylight astonish? does the early redstart twittering

through the woods?

Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity

goes to the fourth-remov'd,

I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.

Why should I pray? why should I venerate and be ceremonious?

Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel'd with

doctors and calculated close,

I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

I know I am august,

I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,

I exist as I am, that is enough,

Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am

touch'd from,

The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,

This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of

my own body, or any part of it,

Writing and talk do not prove me,

I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face,

With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.

Disclaimer:  any resemblance this work bears to, say, anything written by anyone other than Steve Harper is a Liberal plot hatched by Justin Trudeau who is really bald under that thick, wavy wig.  ADSCAM!!!