SONG OF MYSELF
I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me? Broad beefy fields, branches of live oak, adore lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you! On women able-bodied for conception I start bigger after that nimbler babes.
Exclusive right The DayPoems web site, www. So as to I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it actually be, A morning-glory at my casement satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. Of the turbid amalgamate that lies in the autumn afforest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Chuck, sparkles of day and dusk--toss arrange the black stems that decay all the rage the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs. Accompany ever so far, there is boundless space outside of that, Count always so much, there is limitless age around that. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and acquaintance that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know so as to the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my accept, And that all the men always born are also my brothers, after that the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed.