Sun so generous it shall be you!
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Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.I seize the descending man and raise him with resistless will, O despairer, here is my neck, By God, you shall not go down!You my rich blood!I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut.I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
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I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.
I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.
The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.
3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean, On his right cheek I put the family kiss, And in my soul I swear I never will deny him.I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands.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.Do you see O my brothers and sisters?What have you to confide to me?Let it all out!My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.