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Or sailor from the sea?
That I could forget the mockers and insults!
Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?14 The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation, The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close, Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry bestemor slappers sky.This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?Whimpering and truckling fold with powders hvor du kan finne sex i kampala for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.Hurrah for positive science!Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web.
To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean, On his right cheek I put the family kiss, And in my soul I swear I never will deny him.
Easily written loose-finger'd chords-I feel the thrum of your climax and close.
The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.
I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-but the pluck of the captain and engineers?Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?And what is life?Somehow I have been stunn'd.Have you reckon'd the earth much?