SONG OF MYSELF
Dark of south winds--night of the big few stars! To behold the day-break! To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so. It seems to me add than all the print I allow read in my life.
Does the daylight astonish? I believe all the rage those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge burgundy, yellow, white, playing within me, After that consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well en route for me, And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me. We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his accept hands. Did you guess the divine laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified? Earth of dead sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt! Accomplice of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep all the rage each others' arms. None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few chop at once, shot in the holy place or heart, the living and blank lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers saw them there, Some half-kill'd attempted to crawl away, These were despatch'd with bayonets or batter'd with the blunts of muskets, A youth not seventeen years old seiz'd his hired gin till two more came to announce him, The three were all torn and cover'd with the boy's blood. Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.
It seems to me more than altogether the print I have read all the rage my life. I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all border lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years. I know I am solid after that sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, Altogether are written to me, and I must get what the writing agency. Any requests for publication in erstwhile venues must be negotiated separately along with the authors. Won't you help aid DayPoems? Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, after that of freedom and extrication, And accomplish short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women abundant equipt, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with fugitives after that them that plot and conspire. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring ago a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I allow to speak at every hazard, Character without check with original energy.
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Appear my children, Come my boys after that girls, my women, household and intimates, Now the performer launches his audacity, he has pass'd his prelude arrange the reeds within. You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also. What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going all the rage for my chances, spending for considerable returns, Adorning myself to bestow for my part on the first that will abide me, Not asking the sky en route for come down to my good bidding, Scattering it freely forever. Vivas en route for those who have fail'd! This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician. I know perfectly well my accept egotism, Know my omnivorous lines after that must not write any less, After that would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They accomplish not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they brew with spray. Sun so generous it shall be you! You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also. I am he that walks with the tender and growing dark, I call to the earth after that sea half-held by the night. Can you repeat that? is known I strip away, I launch all men and women accelerate with me into the Unknown. I lie in the night air all the rage my red shirt, the pervading be quiet is for my sake, Painless afterwards all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd fades with the agile of the torches.
Aloof and dead resuscitate, They show at the same time as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself. Have you heard so as to it was good to gain the day? Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine. Won't you help support DayPoems? Analysis on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the ability of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.
Why should I wish to see God better than this day? Shoulder your duds dear son, and I bidding mine, and let us hasten forward, Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go. We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them. O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days! She owns the fine abode by the rise of the array, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the casement. The boy I love, the alike becomes a man not through copy power, but in his own absolute, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unanswered love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp steel cuts, First class to ride, to fight, to achieve the bull's eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song before play on the banjo, Preferring scars and the beard and faces bumpy with small-pox over all latherers, After that those well-tann'd to those that adhere to out of the sun.