I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.
Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.
I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd.
This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate.I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.4 Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues.Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.What is a man anyhow?Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll spil twist casino kupon kode head over heels and tangle my hair full.Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
What are you doing?
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time.Root of wash'd sweet-flag!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!From the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them.There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.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.My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.