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Song of Myself. Won't you help support Day. Poems? 1. 81. 9- 1. I celebrate myself, and sing myself.

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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. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air.

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• Mariska (Ma-rish-ka) Magdolna Hargitay was born on January 23, 1964, in Santa Monica, California. Her parents are Mickey Hargitay and Jayne Mansfield.

Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their. I, now thirty- seven years old in perfect health begin.

Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance. Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten. I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard. Nature without check with original energy.

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with. I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it.

The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the. It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it. I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked. I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

The smoke of my own breath. Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love- root, silk- thread, crotch and vine. My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing. The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and.

The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of. A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms. The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag. The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields. The feeling of health, the full- noon trill, the song of me rising. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?

Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions. You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me.

You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

There was never any more inception than there is now. Nor any more youth or age than there is now. And will never be any more perfection than there is now. Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Urge and urge and urge. Always the procreant urge of the world.

Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life. To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so.

Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well. Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical. I and this mystery here we stand. Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen.

Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age.

Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they. I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.

Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean. Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be. I am satisfied- -I see, dance, laugh, sing. As the hugging and loving bed- fellow sleeps at my side through the night.

Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with. Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes. That they turn from gazing after and down the road.

And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent. Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead? Trippers and askers surround me. People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and.

I live in, or the nation. The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new. My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues.

The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love. The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill- doing or loss. Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news. These come to me days and nights and go from me again. But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am.

Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary. Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest.

Looking with side- curved head curious what will come next. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with. I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait. I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be abased to the other.

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat. Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not. Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning. How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me. And parted the shirt from my bosom- bone, and plunged your tongue. And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass. 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. And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women.

And that a kelson of the creation is love. And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields. And brown ants in the little wells beneath them.

And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and. A child said What is the grass? How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord.

A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt. Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see. Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic. And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones. Growing among black folks as among white. Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass. It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men.

It may be if I had known them I would have loved them. It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out. And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers.

Darker than the colorless beards of old men. Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues. And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women. And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken. What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere. The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the.

And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses. And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new- wash'd babe, and. And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good.

The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth.

I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and. They do not know how immortal, but I know.).

Jayne Mansfield: The First Reality Star? For broadcast journalist Elaine Stevens, now 6. In fact, it happened exactly 5. Stevens answered the door to her parents' Gulfport, Mississippi, home. Her fiance, Ronnie Harrison, stood before her. Describing him today, Stevens still sounds 1. He looked like Matthew Modine or Ralph Fiennes." The couple was planning to elope three days later; Stevens was carrying their child.

The last thing he said to me was, 'Will you always love me?' And I said, 'Of course I will. I'll always love you.'"That was the last time they ever saw each other. Two hours later and 5.

Vera Peers, awoke in a panic. Her daughter, Jayne Mansfield, had appeared to her in a dream. Standing atop a large, white stairwell, she was screaming, "Mama, I have a story to tell you. You have many steps to go.

I'm at the top now, but I'll be waiting for you."Vera awoke to the shriek of a police car's wheels at her front door. Jayne Mansfield, 3.

Highway 9. 0 in Slidell, Louisiana, en route to New Orleans. Also killed with her were her attorney, Sam Brody, and their driver, Stevens' fiance, Ronnie Harrison. All three children in the car — Mickey Jr., Zoltan and Mariska Hargitay — survived. ***Jayne Mansfield was nobody's fool. The world's smartest dumb blonde appeared in 2. But her bid for immortality lives on — not just in the lives of her children, but in a thriving, "famous- for- being- famous" culture she helped to create. Before stars could reach millions of followers in 1. Twitter's equivalent had a name: Hedda Hopper.

Facebook, too, had one: Louella Parsons. These, along with a dozen other syndicated Hollywood power brokers, formed a mainline to the heart of the American people. And Jayne was their pied piper, adept as any modern- day social media maven at keeping herself in the public eye. In fact, if it weren't for Mansfield then, there would likely be no Kardashians today.***Mansfield's leverage of the press was never more potent than in 1. Borrowing the test- driven public persona of Marilyn Monroe, Mansfield beat out Monroe herself in popularity polls. She had four major features under her belt, and Twentieth Century Fox estimated her worth at $4. Mansfield's name was "magic at the box office," Parsons wrote.

On tour with Bob Hope, Mansfield brought 1. Neile Adams remembers her "in a bikini in Alaska in - 2. Mansfield's impact on men was likened to that of Elvis Presley's on women, leaving riots in her wake. She had, as columnist Walter Winchell put it, "the world in the palm of her little pink hand."So why is Jayne Mansfield barely remembered today? The answer may lie in a single item that appeared in Hopper's column at the turn of 1. Jayne Mansfield is pushing ahead too rapidly."In fact, she was pushing 6.

Less than three years before her meteoric rise, Mansfield, 2. Texas for Hollywood with husband, Paul, and their first child, baby Jayne Marie, in tow. Growing up, Vera Jayne Palmer was a violin and piano prodigy; her instructors felt she would someday conquer Carnegie Hall. She spoke five languages and boasted an IQ of 1.

At one of three colleges she would attend, Jayne (she dropped the "Vera") studied chemistry, abnormal psychology and drama — a seeming recipe for success in Hollywood. Watch Fun Size Megavideo here. In Dallas, where she lived for a time with her husband, Jayne studied with Baruch Lumet — celebrated Yiddish Theatre actor and father of director Sidney Lumet — who directed her in a "perfect" performance of Death of a Salesman.

The Seagull was one of her favorites, and she longed to play Blanche Du. Bois. Texas journalist John Bustin, who had known Mansfield since her theatrical debut in Austin Civic Theatre's Ten Nights in a Bar- room in 1. She might prove bigger than, say, Jane Russell in a couple years." He was right — except it was only a matter of months before Mansfield put that I. Q. to use.***In January 1. Mansfield scored a plus- one to a press junket for Howard Hughes' Underwater starring Jane Russell. Outfitted in a skintight red lamé swimsuit, Mansfield dove into a pool and, according to journalists, "had the genius to permit her bathing suit to split open." Overnight, Mansfield's image was plastered across America as "Marilyn Monroe, king- sized." In a Person to Person interview broadcast live before 2. Edward R. Murrow inquired about the wardrobe malfunction — to which Jayne replied innocently, "I don't remember the incident.""Ever since Underwater, the press just adopted her," says Ray Strait, 9.

Mansfield's former press secretary and biographer. Actually, it was Mansfield who hacked the system: Tapping into a sweet spot of marketing known as "optimal newness," she presented a brand that was an ideal blend of both originality and derivation — a replica of Monroe who went just a bit further.***Warner Bros.

Marilyn Monroe." She tested for Rebel Without A Cause (Natalie Wood got the part), booked small roles (including an echo of Monroe's breakout role in Asphalt Jungle in a film called Illegal) and posed for Playboy. Paul Mansfield, recognizing that he would always be second choice to his wife's career, filed for divorce and custody of their daughter. Jayne claimed Paul was jealous of her Chihuahua — and won. It turned out that flying solo worked to her advantage.

While men had always fancied Mansfield, women now sympathized with her. She became, ostensibly, the first sex symbol to wipe Freud's "Madonna- whore complex" from the psyche of millions of American men. After all, who could fault a single mother who posed nude for Playboy "to pay for milk and food for the baby"? ***Mansfield kept her last name but lost her Warner's contract. It wasn't long, though, before lightning struck again. Headlines blared "Marilyn Monroe Is Due for Surprise" when Mansfield conquered Broadway in 1. Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?

Aping Monroe, she snagged a Theatre World Award and raves for her performance as a blonde movie queen. Her co- star Orson Bean, 8. It became a hit because of Mansfield and all the publicity. She is the only performer who was on the cover of Life magazine twice in one year!"Indeed, every day became Underwater for Jayne. In addition to managing motherhood, a melange of pets and a full- time show schedule, she orchestrated three to five personal appearances, photo shoots, interviews and endorsements per day. I'm serving a kind of internship here," she said.  Actually, she was building an empire.***With Monroe sitting strike at Fox (she sought greater creative and financial control over her work), it wasn't long before the studio sent scouts to size up Mansfield. Fox gave her a powerful launch, producing Mansfield's most significant body of work — The Girl Can't Help It, the film version of Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?

The Wayward Bus — in the first year of her contract. With strong reviews and respectable box office sales, Mansfield earned a Golden Globe Award, fulfilling Parsons' prophecy that, in 1. Mansfield to win, Loren to place, Monroe to show."Fox had signed Mansfield as a bargaining chip in the face of Monroe's insubordination. But what the studio hadn't counted on was that their new star would display a defiance all her own.***Like other sex symbols of her era, Mansfield was encouraged to date within the studio's stable and not have children, a mandate to which she agreed — initially: "Too many Hollywood stars are getting married too fast," she quipped in 1. I'll devote myself to work during this seven- year contract. After that, I can have four kids.

This town was built on glamour, not babies."A little over a year later, however, she married former Mr. Universe Mickey Hargitay. Despite her proclaimed wish for "a quiet, dignified" wedding, 9.

Wayfarers Chapel in Rancho Palos Verdes, in the papers. In short order, the second of Mansfield's five children was on the way. Her embrace of motherhood set a precedent for other leading ladies, becoming an expression of her femininity rather than a deterrent. One wonders if Mansfield became famous to underwrite her love of children (she wanted "5.