Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel'd with doctors and calculated close, I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.
Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.I resign myself to you also-I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land.The soldier camp'd or upon the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them, On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek.Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now.Smile, for your lover comes.Long I was hugg'd close-long and long.Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.) 17 These are really the thoughts.
I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!
This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then?
That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!
Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.Is he from the Mississippi country?My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return.I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, putzfrau sucht arbeit stuttgart grains, esculent roots, And am stucco'd with quadrupeds and birds all over, And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, But call any thing back again when I desire.29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!By the city's quadrangular houses-in log huts, camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees.And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!Have you outstript the rest?My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly travel'd, and still I mount and mount.
I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems.