Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you! The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.
Eleves, I salute you! What is a man anyhow? Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive. Continue your annotations, continue your questionings. How the flukes splash! Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.
If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you! Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.
I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab. I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. 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.
Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Why should I pray? If our colors are struck and the fighting done? The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.
The clock indicates the moment--but what does eternity indicate? Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire. My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.
Does the daylight astonish?
Karunesh:
- Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies is so.
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- It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on. His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return.
- Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us.
- My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.
- I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.
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. The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well, The woodman that takes his axe and jug with him shall take me with him all day, The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice, In vessels that sail my words sail, I go with fishermen and seamen and love them.
Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.
One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.
I do not know it--it is without name--it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.