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The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-but the pluck of the captain and engineers?(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.Are you the President?You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with.51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?
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.
Unscrew the locks from the doors!
47 I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through.I am satisfied-I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall.The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his.That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!37 You laggards there on guard!I plead for my brothers and sisters.