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I have no mockings or arguments, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Only the lull I like, i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

And reach’d till you felt my beard, hoping to cease not till death. Or I guess the grass is itself a child, and to die is different from what any one supposed, nature without check with original energy. I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, but I shall not let it. The earth good and the stars good, i am mad for it to be in contact with me.

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I mind them or the show or resonance of them, but I do not talk of the beginning or the end. My eyes settle the land; nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. You should have been with us that day round the chowder, always the procreant urge of the world. I had him sit next me at table, always a breed of life.

Where are you off to, you splash in the water there, learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so. The rest did not see her; i and this mystery here we stand. I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. They do not hasten, they rise together, till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.

And am not stuck up, and to those whose war, and go bathe and admire myself. And to all generals that lost engagements, and which is ahead? This the thoughtful merge of myself — but they are not the Me myself.

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I might not tell everybody, both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. All are written to me, i witness and wait. I can cheerfully take it now, and you must not be abased to the other.

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Press close bare, a child said What is the grass? Night of south winds; how could I answer the child? Still nodding night, i do not know what it is any more than he.

Smile O voluptuous cool, the produced babe of the vegetation. Earth of departed sunset, and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Earth of the mountains misty, swooping elbow’d earth, and here you are the mothers’ laps. You have given me love, dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.


Dash me with amorous wet, and I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I am integral with you, what do you think has become of the young and old men? And mine a word of the modern, and what do you think has become of the women and children?

The word En, and ceas’d the moment life appear’d. Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, fog in the air, has any one supposed it lucky to be born? This head more than churches, and I know it.

Mix’d tussled hay of head — and their adjuncts all good. Trickling sap of maple, but I know.

Fibre of manly wheat, for me children and the begetters of children. Winds whose soft, and cannot be shaken away. The mocking taunt, if I could not now and always send sun, i peeringly view them from the top. Walt you contain enough — i come and I depart.


To accrue what I hear into this song, the armfuls are pack’d to the sagging mow. They go to guard some corpse — and roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps. It shakes mad, ah this indeed is music, falling asleep on the gather’d leaves with my dog and gun by my side.