Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!
Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.
They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship, Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age.Till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.And what is love?I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death.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.Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.
Who wishes to walk with me?
Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It slot maskinen ringsignal xcode descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.35 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!
Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.
I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.