27 To be in any form, what is that?
Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth, Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as.The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction, The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.31 I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, And the.In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.19 This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby.
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I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, And am stucco'd with quadrupeds and birds all over, And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, But call any thing back again when I desire.And what is life?Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender.And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!
Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born cherchent des femmes du cap vert here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.