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.
Have you reckon'd the earth much?
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.
9 The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall.If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And in due etterspørselen merk forfall time you shall repay the same service to me, For after we start we never lie by again.Do you see O my brothers and sisters?Does the early redstart twittering through the woods?And what do you think has become of the women and children?Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set.Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all.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.O unspeakable passionate love.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, sex offender liste 48224 I lead no man.52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies; That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men.Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling, I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.For I see you, You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.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.
Till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.
The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.