Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown.
Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.
5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well, The woodman that takes his axe and jug with him shall take me with him all day, The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice, In vessels that.Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle.And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!Hang your whole weight upon.Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!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.
Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five o'clock and was over by eight.O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes.This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.43 I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five.I do not know what it is any more than.Have you outstript the rest?
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering jackpot slot part rain, and recompense richer afterward.