I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
2, houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let.
What are you doing?Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.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.From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.And virginia spillemaskine as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!
Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.
I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?
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.And what is love?I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.How the flukes splash!I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.