What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.16 I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the.48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy.You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.By the city's quadrangular houses-in log huts, camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees.42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do populara casinospel with lamentation?) I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things.Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home.I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut.I resign myself to you also-I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land.
I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.
Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?
52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.
I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.
Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors.Long I was hugg'd close-long and long.Old age superbly rising!Eleves, I salute you!This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then?Do I astonish more than they?Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.