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still the present i raise aloft still the future of the states i harbinge
glad and sublime
and for the past i pronounce what the air holds of the red aborigines | img2poems |
always california's golden hills and hollows and the silver mountains of
new mexico
always soft-breathed cuba | img2poems |
i see freedom completely armed and victorious and very haughty with law
by her side both issuing forth against the idea of caste
what historic denouements are these we so rapidly approach | img2poems |
come closer to me
push close my lovers and take the best i possess
yield closer and closer and give me the best you possess | img2poems |
male and female
i pass so poorly with paper and types i must pass with the contact of
bodies and souls | img2poems |
grown half-grown and babe of this country and every country indoors and
outdoors one just as much as the other i see
and all else behind or through them | img2poems |
the wife and she is not one jot less than the husband
the daughter and she is just as good as the son
the mother and she is every bit as much as the father | img2poems |
have you reckoned them for a trade or farm-work
or for the profits of a
store | img2poems |
or to achieve yourself a position
or to fill a gentleman's leisure or a
lady's leisure | img2poems |
can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking-glass
is there
nothing greater or more | img2poems |
the great city is that which has the greatest man or woman
if it be a few ragged huts it is still the greatest city in the
whole world | img2poems |
how beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed
how the floridness of the materials of cities shrivels before a man's or
woman's look | img2poems |
i see the european headsman
he stands masked clothed in red with huge legs and strong naked arms
and leans on a ponderous axe | img2poems |
america
i do not vaunt my love for you
i have what i have | img2poems |
as for me
i have the idea of all and am all and believe in all
i believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true i reject no part | img2poems |
i behold the mariners of the world
some are in storms some in the night with the watch on the look-out
some drifting helplessly some with contagious diseases | img2poems |
i see the electric telegraphs of the earth
i see the filaments of the news of the wars deaths losses gains
passions of my race | img2poems |
i see the battlefields of the earth grass grows upon them and blossoms
and corn
i see the tracks of ancient and modern expeditions | img2poems |
i see the highlands of abyssinia
i see flocks of goats feeding and see the fig-tree tamarind date
and see fields of teff-wheat and see the places of verdure and gold | img2poems |
i see vapours exhaling from unexplored countries
i see the savage types the bow and arrow the poisoned splint the fetish
and the obi | img2poems |
you working-man of the rhine the elbe or the weser
you working-woman
too | img2poems |
you japanese man or woman
you liver in madagascar ceylon sumatra
borneo | img2poems |
you benighted roamer of amazonia
you patagonian
you fejee-man | img2poems |
i do not prefer others so very much before you either
i do not say one word against you away back there where you stand
you will come forward in due time to my side | img2poems |
i have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through
i have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas and on the highest
embedded rocks to cry thence | img2poems |
what cities the light or warmth penetrates i penetrate those cities
myself
all islands to which birds wing their way i wing my way myself | img2poems |
see my cantabile
these and more are flashing to us from the procession
as it moves changing a kaleidoscope divine it moves changing before us | img2poems |
they are justified they are accomplished they shall now be turned the
other way also to travel toward you thence
they shall now also march obediently eastward for your sake libertad | img2poems |
i love to look on the stars and stripes i hope the fifes will play yankee
doodle
how bright shine the cutlasses of the foremost troops | img2poems |
what troubles you yankee phantoms
what is all this chattering of bare
gums | img2poems |
does the ague convulse your limbs
do you mistake your crutches for
firelocks and level them | img2poems |
if you blind your eyes with tears you will not see the president's
marshal
if you groan such groans you might baulk the government cannon | img2poems |
worse and worse
can't you stand it
are you retreating | img2poems |
to your graves
back
back to the hills old limpers | img2poems |
i will whisper it to the mayor he shall send a committee to england
they shall get a grant from the parliament go with a cart to the royal
vault haste | img2poems |
you have got your revenge old bluster
the crown is come to its own and
more than its own | img2poems |
stick your hands in your pockets jonathan you are a made man from this
day
you are mighty 'cute and here is one of your bargains | img2poems |
a great year and place
a harsh discordant natal scream out-sounding to touch the mother's heart
closer than any yet | img2poems |
not a grave of the murdered for freedom but grows seed for freedom in its
turn to bear seed
which the winds carry afar and resow and the rains and the snows nourish | img2poems |
not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose
but it stalks invisibly over the earth whispering counselling
cautioning | img2poems |
then courage
revolter
revoltress | img2poems |
from the houses then and the workshops and through all the doorways
leaped they tumultuous and lo
manhattan arming | img2poems |
how i love them
how i could hug them with their brown faces and their
clothes and knapsacks covered with dust | img2poems |
often in peace and wealth you were pensive or covertly frowned amid all
your children
but now you smile with joy exulting old mannahatta | img2poems |
how the true thunder bellows after the lightning
how bright the flashes of
lightning | img2poems |
thunder on
stride on democracy
strike with vengeful stroke | img2poems |
crash heavier heavier yet o storms
you have done me good
my soul prepared in the mountains absorbs your immortal strong nutriment | img2poems |
words
book-words
what are you | img2poems |
words no more for hearken and see
my song is there in the open air and i must sing
with the banner and pennant a-flapping | img2poems |
o it stretches it spreads and runs so fast
o my father
it is so broad it covers the whole sky | img2poems |
i hear and see not strips of cloth alone
i hear the tramp of armies i hear the challenging sentry
i hear the jubilant shouts of millions of men i hear liberty | img2poems |
o to hear you call the sailors and the soldiers
flag like a beautiful
woman | img2poems |
o to hear the tramp tramp of a million answering men
o the ships they
arm with joy | img2poems |
i dress a wound in the side deep deep
but a day or two more for see the frame all wasted and sinking
and the yellow-blue countenance see | img2poems |
above all lo the sky so calm so transparent after the rain and with
wondrous clouds
below too all calm all vital and beautiful and the farm prospers well | img2poems |
down in the fields all prospers well
but now from the fields come father come at the daughter's call
and come to the entry mother to the front door come right away | img2poems |
open the envelope quickly
o this is not our son's writing yet his name is signed
o a strange hand writes for our dear son o stricken mother's soul | img2poems |
o years and graves
o air and soil
o my dead an aroma sweet | img2poems |
up from the east the silvery round moon
beautiful over the house-tops ghastly phantom moon
immense and silent moon | img2poems |
the soul yourself i see great as any good as the best
waiting secure and content which the bullet could never kill
nor the bayonet stab o friend | img2poems |
nor the long roll alarming the camp nor even the muffled beat for a
burial
nothing from you this time o drummers bearing my warlike drums | img2poems |
invisible to the rest henceforth become my companions
follow me ever
desert me not while i live | img2poems |
sweet are the blooming cheeks of the living sweet are the musical voices
sounding
but sweet ah sweet are the dead with their silent eyes | img2poems |
dearest comrades
all now is over
but love is not over and what love o comrades | img2poems |
o love
o chant
solve all with the last chemistry | img2poems |
give me exhaustless make me a fountain
that i exhale love from me wherever i go
for the sake of all dead soldiers | img2poems |
all night long on the prong of a moss-scalloped stake
down almost amid the slapping waves
sat the lone singer wonderful causing tears | img2poems |
_soothe
soothe
soothe | img2poems |
close on its wave soothes the wave behind
and again another behind embracing and lapping every one close
but my love soothes not me not me | img2poems |
loud
loud
loud | img2poems |
that is the whistle of the wind it is not my voice
that is the fluttering the flattering of the spray
those are the shadows of leaves | img2poems |
o past
o life
o songs of joy | img2poems |
demon or bird
is it indeed toward your mate you sing
or is it mostly to me | img2poems |
o i cannot see in the dimness whether you smile or frown upon me
o vapour a look a word
o well-beloved | img2poems |
sound out voices of young men
loudly and musically call me by my nighest
name | img2poems |
you have waited you always wait you dumb beautiful ministers
you
novices | img2poems |
how plenteous
how spiritual
how resume | img2poems |
elemental drifts
o i wish i could impress others as you and the waves have just been
impressing me | img2poems |
these you presented to me you fish-shaped island
as i wended the shores i know
as i walked with that eternal self of me seeking types | img2poems |
i perceive nature here in sight of the sea is taking advantage of me to
dart upon me and sting me
because i have dared to open my mouth to sing at all | img2poems |
you oceans both
i close with you
these little shreds shall indeed stand for all | img2poems |
you fish-shaped island
i take what is underfoot
what is yours is mine my father | img2poems |
i throw myself upon your breast my father
i cling to you so that you cannot unloose me
i hold you so firm till you answer me something | img2poems |
i mean tenderly by you
i gather for myself and for this phantom looking down where we lead and
following me and mine | img2poems |
the great laws take and effuse without argument
i am of the same style for i am their friend
i love them quits and quits i do not halt and make salaams | img2poems |
i lie abstracted and hear beautiful tales of things and the reasons of
things
they are so beautiful i nudge myself to listen | img2poems |
realism is mine my miracles take freely
take without end i offer them to you wherever your feet can carry you or
your eyes reach | img2poems |
of detected persons to me detected persons are not in any respect worse
than undetected persons and are not in any respect worse than i am
myself | img2poems |
as i lay with my head in your lap camerado
the confession i made i resume what i said to you and the open air i
resume | img2poems |
to speak
to walk
to seize something by the hand | img2poems |
o setting sun
though the time has come
i still warble under you unmitigated adoration | img2poems |
when i peruse the conquered fame of heroes and the victories of mighty
generals i do not envy the generals
nor the president in his presidency nor the rich in his great house | img2poems |
when lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed
and the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night
i mourned | img2poems |
solitary the thrush
the hermit withdrawn to himself avoiding the settlements
sings by himself a song | img2poems |
lo
body and soul
this land | img2poems |
from deep secluded recesses
from the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so still
came the singing of the bird | img2poems |
and the charm of the singing rapt me
as i held as if by their hands my comrades in the night
and the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird | img2poems |
when it is so when thou hast taken them i joyously sing the dead
lost in the loving floating ocean of thee
laved in the flood of thy bliss o death | img2poems |
to the tally of my soul
loud and strong kept up the grey-brown bird
with pure deliberate notes spreading filling the night | img2poems |
loud in the pines and cedars dim
clear in the freshness moist and the swamp-perfume
and i with my comrades there in the night | img2poems |
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