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Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.
I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and.I do not know what is untried and afterward, But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.What are you doing?A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on online gokken verenigde staten quizlet the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.The sky up there-yet here or next door, or across the way?I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?
Do you take it I would astonish?
See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.26 Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.