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I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no. Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of. On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant. His glance is calm and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his hat. The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife. Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current. Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten. The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron. And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman. Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist. Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. Flatboatmen make fast towards dusk near the cotton-wood or pecan-trees. Project Gutenberg, a huge collection of books as text, produced as a volunteer enterprise starting in 1990. And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else. The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss. It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast. The duck-shooter walks by silent and cautious stretches. If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing. The connoisseur peers along the exhibition-gallery with half-shut. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames. I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. I resign myself to you also--I guess what you mean. And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. Not asking the sky to come down to my good will. A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms. Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man. It may be if I had known them I would have loved them. And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse. The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms. With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds. Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak. And of the rights of them the others are down upon. There was never any more inception than there is now. At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest and tacking. To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers. The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. I believe in the flesh and the appetites. I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit. I do not know what it is any more than he. Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse. The young sister holds out the skein while the elder sister winds it. Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling. For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the. Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me. In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night. The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick. I accept Reality and dare not question it. Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great-grandsons. The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new. Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again. I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait. It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. And the in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me. The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings. Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I. The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking. I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there. ). And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it. We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land. It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments. I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and. The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock. With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic. Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me. And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional. I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the. These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas. I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it. The floor-men are laying the floor, the tinners are tinning the. Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in. The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case. The quadroon girl is sold at the auction-stand, the drunkard nods by. I see in them and myself the same old law. This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat. Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men. The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel. Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life. That they turn from gazing after and down the road. The insignificant is as big to me as any. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the. And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and of the. The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen. Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her. Copulation is no more rank to me than death is. Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances. The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close. I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out. Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation. Breathe the air but leave plenty after me. I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them. Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt. Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes. Flames and ether making a rush for my veins. And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken. Less the reminders of properties told my words. If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing. Seasons pursuing each other the plougher ploughs, the mower mows. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean. The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon. I am he that walks with the tender and growing night. I behold from the beach your crooked fingers. The conductor beats time for the band and all the performers follow him. I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps. Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be. The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle. And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him. The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing. For me those that have been boys and that love women. And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am. A Southerner soon as a Northerner, a planter nonchalant and. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning. Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent. And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man. The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats. What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder. Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and. The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And that a kelson of the creation is love. The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them. These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they. On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs. Darker than the colorless beards of old men. This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of. You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle. I mind them or the show or resonance of them--I come and I depart. The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age. I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones. If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me. Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip. She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window. I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with. I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth. Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female. Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns. Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues. The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel. The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall. The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time. The canal boy trots on the tow-path, the book-keeper counts at his. Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. They scorn the best I can do to relate them. A minute and a drop of me settle my brain. Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me. I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard. In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after. The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full. The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields. They have left me helpless to a red marauder. I do not snivel that snivel the world over. The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction. The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag. You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through. The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and. The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and. I moisten the roots of all that has grown. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am. The drover watching his drove sings out to them that would stray. Comrade of Californians, comrade of free North-Westerners, (loving. Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me. The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and. The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside. The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place. Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not. People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms. And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own. This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds. It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all. They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch. I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet. I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish. I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the. Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee. The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged. The pedler sweats with his pack on his back, (the purchaser higgling. In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as. The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane. They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it. Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river or through. And until one and all shall delight us, and we them. I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy. The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies. I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls. This the common air that bathes the globe. I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart. They do not hasten, each man hits in his place. The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud. No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them. The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold. I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling. These come to me days and nights and go from me again. The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom. One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself. The child is baptized, the convert is making his first professions. If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of. The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their. We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak. I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul. This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair. Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs.
Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my. They all come to the headland to witness and assist against me. Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of. I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics. Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture-fields. Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start. All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own. Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity. The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars. And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women. And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness. The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer. Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine. I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol. The mate stands braced in the whale-boat, lance and harpoon are ready. Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their. My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and. The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place. And will never be any more perfection than there is now. I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you. They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon. This is the source of the first poetry placed on DayPoems. And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps. And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones. Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what. I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance. I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other. Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome. I do not press my fingers across my mouth. Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well. I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face. And brown ants in the little wells beneath them. The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly working his. Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search. Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking. The western turkey-shooting draws old and young, some lean on their. And if each and all be aware I sit content. Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest. The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep. The pure contralto sings in the organ loft. Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son. Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw. There shall be no difference between them and the rest. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the. And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication. I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases. My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things. The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me. Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac. Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass. To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing. Depriving me of my best as for a purpose. I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down. I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin. For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears. At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine, or the. That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth. The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night. The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord. Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news. Of every hue and caste am I, of every rank and religion. We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun. This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face. That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions. A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfullest. His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast and loosens over. The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready. Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself. I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for. I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious. Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital. Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in. I will accept nothing which all cannot have their. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods. The regatta is spread on the bay, the race is begun, (how the white. And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me. I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath. The one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago borne. 13-Sept. And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them. 1, a Portland, Oregon, exhibit, Aug. As the fare-collector goes through the train he gives notice by the. Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me. I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop. Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil. And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other. My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly. It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it. It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and. Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man. The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of. Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green. The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love. The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the. The sun falls on his crispy hair and mustache, falls on the black of. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with. A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons. The machinist rolls up his sleeves, the policeman travels his beat. The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee. Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky. And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue. The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill. The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. Save Point 0. And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and. And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men. My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing. Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves. Absorbing all to myself and for this song. You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room. I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice. I resist any thing better than my own diversity. My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck. And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own. The farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a First-day loafe and. For me children and the begetters of children. She had long eyelashes, her head was bare, her coarse straight locks. And such as it is to be of these more or less I am. My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach. And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with fugitives and them that. And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent. To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow. She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank. With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums. The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising. Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while. One of the Nation of many nations, the smallest the same and the. If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing. All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means. This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate. I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies. The young fellow drives the express-wagon, (I love him, though I do. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and. Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them. Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of. Click to submit poems to DayPoems, comment on DayPoems or a poem within, comment on other poetry sites, update links, or simply get in touch. I see that the elementary laws never apologize. I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me. I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following. Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen, comrade of all who shake hands. What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me. As the deck-hands make fast the steamboat the plank is thrown for. I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west. I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles. And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me. We have had ducking and deprecating about enough. I wear my hat as I please indoors or out. My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am. And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked. Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea. This minute that comes to me over the past decillions. This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is. A Yankee bound my own way ready for trade, my joints the limberest. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the. And whatever is done or said returns at last to me. And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away. The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with a strong arm. They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the edges of me. At home on Kanadian snow-shoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen. As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night. I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood. The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner. And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten. This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger. I underlying causes to balance them at last. Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next. What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls. They do not think whom they souse with spray. The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes. Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation. In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less. I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there. Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising. Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the. No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my anger. A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me. And of these one and all I weave the song of myself. Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the. The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to. What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and. If no other in the world be aware I sit content. Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night. It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me. Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather. It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out. A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin. 8. I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women. I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy. Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields. As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them. The sentries desert every other part of me. 5, 2004, at Disjecta. For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted. The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows. Nor any more youth or age than there is now. I will not have a single person slighted or left away.
