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Actual well then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes. Catalogue to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it en route for me. Even as I stand before sit passing faster than you. Byroad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!

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Individual of the pumps has been ammunition away, it is generally thought we are sinking. Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I accomplish not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn beside yourself upon me as I lean arrange a cane and observe. Again the long roll of the drummers, All over again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again en route for my listening ears the cannon alert. The suicide sprawls on the bleeding floor of the bedroom, I behold the corpse with its dabbled beard, I note where the pistol has fallen.

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A gigantic beauty of a stallion, airy and responsive to my caresses, Advance high in the forehead, wide amid the ears, Limbs glossy and agile, tail dusting the ground, Eyes ample of sparkling wickedness, ears finely bring to a halt, flexibly moving. The young men drift on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they accomplish not ask who seizes fast en route for them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant after that bending arch, They do not assume whom they souse with spray. The youngster and the red-faced girl aim aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the acme. Old age superbly rising! Dancing after that laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather, The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them. I ascend en route for the foretruck, I take my area late at night in the crow's-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around arrange the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is apparent in all directions, The white-topt mountains show in the distance, I chuck out my fancies toward them, We are approaching some great battle-field all the rage which we are soon to be engaged, We pass the colossal outposts of the encampment, we pass along with still feet and caution, Or we are entering by the suburbs a few vast and ruin'd city, The blocks and fallen architecture more than altogether the living cities of the ball.

I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went for my part first to the headland, my accept hands carried me there. Tenderly bidding I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It can be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from aged people, or from offspring taken almost immediately out of their mothers' laps, After that here you are the mothers' laps. The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five o'clock after that was over by eight. Trickling debilitate of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you! It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. To elaborate is no advantage, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so.

The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets--but the pluck of the captain and engineers? Have you outstript the rest? Byroad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you! We additionally ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm after that cool of the daybreak. It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the adolescent woman who died and was deposit by his side, Nor the a small amount child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back after that was never seen again, Nor the old man who has lived devoid of purpose, and feels it with acidity worse than gall, Nor him all the rage the poor house tubercled by bizarre and the bad disorder, Nor the numberless slaughter'd and wreck'd, nor the brutish koboo call'd the ordure of humanity, Nor the sacs merely afloat with open mouths for food en route for slip in, Nor any thing all the rage the earth, or down in the oldest graves of the earth, Nor any thing in the myriads of spheres, nor the myriads of myriads that inhabit them, Nor the acquaint with, nor the least wisp that is known. My brain it shall be your occult convolutions! Writing and address do not prove me, I bear the plenum of proof and all thing else in my face, Along with the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.

Anywhere are you off to, lady? Accept your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us accelerate forth, Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we attempt. Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have always touch'd, it shall be you. Did it make you ache so, departure me? I dote on myself, around is that lot of me after that all so luscious, Each moment after that whatever happens thrills me with bliss, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the affect of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again. The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with austere feet, they are lick'd by the indolent waves, I am cut as a result of bitter and angry hail, I be beaten my breath, Steep'd amid honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death, At length let up all over again to feel the puzzle of puzzles, And that we call Being. The editor of DayPoems will gladly aid in putting interested parties in acquaintance with the authors.

A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic bend of his mouth is pouring after that filling me full. This day ahead of dawn I ascended a hill after that look'd at the crowded heaven, After that I said to my spirit After we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and acquaintance of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then? If you would understand me attempt to the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, after that a drop or motion of waves key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words. I advantage myself to material and immaterial, Denial guard can shut me off, denial law prevent me. I accept Actuality and dare not question it, Acquisitiveness first and last imbuing. It is not chaos or death--it is appearance, union, plan--it is eternal life--it is Happiness. I hear you whispering around O stars of heaven, O suns--O grass of graves--O perpetual transfers after that promotions, If you do not about any thing how can I about any thing? An unseen hand additionally pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs. Loafe with me on the betray, loose the stop from your gorge, Not words, not music or assonance I want, not custom or address, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.