Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!
Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.
Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all.I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.O unspeakable passionate love.At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies; That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men.I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green.There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.Somehow I have been stunn'd.In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!The more rounded the sediments making up the rock, the more it has tumbled in a stream.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore.The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.
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Who will soonest be through with his supper?
Are you the President?I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know.An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.I am satisfied-I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall.So the rock formed has a glassy texture.Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified?Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves.Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.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.Does the early redstart twittering through the woods?
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 beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.