I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.
I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.
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7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?20 Who goes there?Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.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.If you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.
Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.
28 Is this then a touch?
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
From the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them.The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.13 The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes.Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?Eleves, I salute you!