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I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.
What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
Eleves, I salute you!33 Space and Time!It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.20 Who goes there?Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.12 The butcher-boy puts off his online slot maskiner kanada killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market, I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother.
O manhood, balanced, florid and full.




I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.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.Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all.And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.) I hear and behold God.Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me-mind-the entrenchments.
Long live exact demonstration!