and naked, I am mad.
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 believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.
If our colors are struck and the fighting done?Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times, How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steamship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave not back.13 The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on bästa video slot maskinen att spela its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes.26 Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward.Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.
What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?
Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.
Root of wash'd sweet-flag!
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.
I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?
If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.35 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!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.Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting, I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors, And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.5 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.