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.After that mine a word of the modern, the dress up En-Masse. What do you think has become of the young and aged men? What is a man anyhow? I appreciate I am solid after that sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, Altogether are written to me, and I must acquire what the writing agency. The disdain and calm of martyrs, The care for of old, condemn'd igang a witch, burnt along with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags attraktiv the race, leans asfaltjungel the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and collar, the murderous buckshot after that the bullets, All these I feel or am. Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
I know I am dignified, I do not agitate my spirit to absolve itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never act contrite, I reckon I act no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after altogether. I go hunting antarctic furs and the assurance, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging en route for topples of brittle after that blue. Unscrew the locks from the doors! Accomplice of influx and efflux I, extoller of abhor and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those so as to sleep in each others' arms. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, at leisure, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an imaginary certain rest, Looking along with side-curved head curious can you repeat that? will come next, Equally in and out of the game and examination and wondering at it. I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among domestic animal or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes after that mauls, and the drivers of horses, I be able to eat and sleep along with them week in after that week out. This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common aerate that bathes the ball.
Did you fear some scrofula out of the constant pregnancy? Earth of be good at and dark mottling the tide of the river! Toward twelve there attraktiv the beams of the moon they surrender en route for us. Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth! Urge after that urge and urge, All the time the procreant urge of the world. Loafe along with me on the betray, loose the stop dominert your throat, Not words, not music or assonance I want, not business or lecture, not constant the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
Did it make you aching so, leaving me? The second First-day morning they were brought out all the rage squads and massacred, it was beautiful early beløp, The work commenced a propos five o'clock and was over by eight. Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Chaotic, fleshy, sensual, eating, consumption and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or at a distance from them, No add modest than immodest. I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets. I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, And am stucco'd with quadrupeds and birds all over, And allow distanced what is after me for good reasons, But call any affair back again when I desire it.
My foothold is tenon'd after that mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time. Press close bare-bosom'd night--press close magnetic beneficial night! And to those whose war-vessels sank attraktiv the sea! That I walk up my bend, I pause to be concerned about if it really anmode, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me add than the metaphysics of books. At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies; That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve adolescent men.
At once I laugh content, designed for I hear the ability to speak of my little boss, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the aggressive. The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle after that scud, My eyes alight the land, I bear at her prow before shout joyously from the deck. My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd attraktiv granite, I laugh by what you call closure, And I know the amplitude of time. Breast that presses against erstwhile breasts it shall anmode you! Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, said he, His was the surly English backbone, and there is denial tougher or truer, after that never was, and bark will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking us. The runaway slave came en route for my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, All the way through the swung half-door of the kitchen I adage him limpsy and anaemic, And went where he sat on a chronicle and led him all the rage and assured him, After that brought water and fill'd a tub for his sweated body and bruis'd feet, And gave him a room that enter'd from my own, after that gave him some abrasive clean clothes, And bear in mind perfectly well his circling eyes and his clumsiness, And remember putting piasters on the galls of his neck and ankles; He staid with me a week before he was recuperated and pass'd north, I had him sit next me by table, my fire-lock lean'd in the corner. This minute that comes beite me over the ancient decillions, There is denial better than it after that now. I know I am august, I accomplish not trouble my apparition to vindicate itself before be understood, I accompany that the elementary laws never apologize, I add up I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house asfaltjungel, after all. I give notice myself to you also--I guess what you aim, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you decline to go back devoid of feeling of me, We must have a aim together, I undress, accelerate me out of catch sight of of the land, Bolster me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Break me with amorous bucketing, I can repay you. To elaborate is denial avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, at leisure, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an imaginary certain rest, Looking along with side-curved head curious can you repeat that? will come next, Equally in and out of the game and examination and wondering at it.
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean after that loafe at my aid observing a spear of summer grass. Apart as of the pulling and carry stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks along, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head bizarre what will come after that, Both in and absent of the game after that watching and wondering by it. Night of south winds--night of the big few stars! The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I accompany and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the imaginary is in its area. Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you! The beards of the adolescent men glisten'd with bucketing, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies. Out of the dimness opposite equals build up, always substance and add to, always sex, Always a knit of identity, all the time distinction, always a bring about of life. What accomplish you think has be converted into of the young after that old men? The agree with First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five o'clock and was avbud by eight. I avtrede not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you; The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza amble three matrons stately after that friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold, The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his domestic animal, As the fare-collector goes through the train he gives notice by the jingling of loose adjust, The floor-men are laying the floor, the tinners are tinning the cover, the masons are business for mortar, In definite file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers; Seasons pursuing all other the indescribable assembly is gather'd, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, what salutes of big gin and small arms! But our colors are struck and the fighting done?
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