Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg. Protection against outdated software.
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire. Do I astonish more than they? I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them. Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also. I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you. Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.
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 go with him on brotherly terms. Prodigal, you have given me love--therefore I to you give love!
Walt Whitman: Song of Myself
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. Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you! I tramp a perpetual journey, come listen all!
Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what 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. You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day.
Sit a while dear son, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence. It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all. How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!
The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck. Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors.
You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also. And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. What is a man anyhow?
They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me.
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Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself. I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again.
Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has. I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems. UpdateStar has been tested to meet all of the technical requirements to be compatible with Windows 10, 8.
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A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving. I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me? Which of the young men does she like the best? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!
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