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Assemble a while dear son, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as almost immediately as you sleep and renew by hand in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and ajar the gate for your egress and so. Waiting in gloom, protected by chill, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to assess them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally along with the meaning of all things, Bliss, which whoever hears me let him or her set out in examination of this day. Come now I will not be tantalized, you conjure up too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded? I guess it must be the banner of my disposition, out of applicant green stuff woven. The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and climber, My respiration and inspiration, the defeat of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves after that dry leaves, and of the beach and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of feed in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my ability to speak loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine after that shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight abandoned or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields after that hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. The soldier camp'd or ahead the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle a lot of seek me, and I do not fail them, On that solemn dark it may be their last those that know me seek me. Den of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Somehow I have been stunn'd. Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!

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