You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.
6 A child said What is the grass?I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.You seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.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 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.Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambush'd womb of the shadows.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating gratis online casino spel roulette of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore.That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
21 I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new.
Do you take it I would astonish?I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy.I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.Do you see O my brothers and sisters?
Will you speak before I am gone?