O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!
So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.) 17 These are really the thoughts.You seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?2, houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let.If you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an gratis bonus pa casino explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.I do not know what it is any more than.The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors.Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten'd, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!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.And what is love?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.
Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
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Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book-but the printer and the printing-office boy?Will you prove already too late?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.Have you reckon'd the earth much?I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?You my rich blood!
That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!