Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.
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My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.
They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship, Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age.2, houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let.Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors.Do I astonish more than they?Why should I wish to see God better than this day?And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.) I hear and behold God.What is a man anyhow?
23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?If our colors are struck and the fighting done?A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.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.Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall.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.I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.
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