Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown.
Your milky stream pale strippings of my life!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.1900 Comment on DayPoems?Sun so generous it shall be you!Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.By, walt Whitman, i celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!You seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone, survivor slot machine snel hit platinum They treated for an honorable.Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp, My face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and.