My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.
Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.
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 even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now.Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what er online blackjack spill rigget it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, any thing is but a part.
I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.
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.
25 Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out.Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start.I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.