October 19, 2021 6:48 pm

Song of Myself (1892 version)

From the cinder-strew’d threshold I
marketing agency,               comply with their movements,
The lithe sheer of their waists plays despite their big palms,
Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so gradual, overhand so sure,
They do now not hasten, every man hits in his location.

The negro holds firmly the reins of his 4 horses, the block swags below on its tied-over chain,
The negro that drives the lengthy dray of the stone-yard, regular and tall he stands pois’d on one leg on the string-piece,
His blue shirt exposes his enough neck and breast and loosens over his hip-band,
His look is calm and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his hat far from his forehead,
The sun falls on his crispy hair and mustache, falls on the black of his polish’d and perfect limbs.

I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do no longer prevent there,
I go along with the team also.

In me the caresser of lifestyles anywhere shifting, backward in addition to ahead sluing,
To niches aside and junior bending, not someone or object missing,
Absorbing all to myself and for this tune.

Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt within the leafy colour, what is that you express on your eyes?
It seems to me more than all the print I actually have examine in my existence.

My tread scares the wood-drake and wooden-duck on my distant and day-lengthy ramble,
They upward push together, they slowly circle round.

I trust in those wing’d purposes,
And acknowledge purple, yellow, white, playing within me,
And do not forget green and violet and the tufted crown intentional,
And do now not call the tortoise unworthy because she isn’t always something else,
And the jay within the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills quite well to me,
And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.

The wild gander leads his flock thru the cool night,
Ya-honk he says, and sounds it all the way down to me like an invitation,
The pert may additionally suppose it meaningless, however I listening close,
Find its cause and vicinity up there in the direction of the wintry sky.

The sharp-hoof’d moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog,
The muddle of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats,
The brood of the turkey-bird and she or he with her 1/2-spread wings,
I see in them and myself the same antique regulation.

The press of my foot to the earth springs 100 affections,
They scorn the first-rate I can do to narrate them.

I am enamour’d of developing out-doors,
Of men that stay amongst farm animals or flavor of the ocean or woods,
Of the developers and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses,
I can devour and sleep with them week in and week out.

What is most common, most inexpensive, nearest, easiest, is Me,
Me going in for my possibilities, spending for extensive returns,
Adorning myself to bestow myself on the primary so that it will take me,
Not asking the sky to return down to my appropriate will,
Scattering it freely for all time.

The natural contralto sings in the organ loft,
The chippie attire his plank, the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp,
The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner,
The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with a robust arm,
The mate stands braced inside the whale-boat, lance and harpoon are geared up,

The duck-shooter walks through silent and careful stretches,
The deacons are ordain’d with go’d arms at the altar,
The spinning-woman retreats and advances to the hum of the huge wheel,
The farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a First-day loafe and looks at the oats and rye,
The lunatic is carried at closing to the asylum a verify’d case,
(He will in no way sleep any more as he did within the cot in his mother’s mattress-room;)
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco whilst his eyes blurr with the manuscript;
The malform’d limbs are tied to the physician’s table,
What is removed drops horribly in a pail;
The quadroon girl is sold on the public sale-stand, the drunkard nods through the bar-room range,
The machinist rolls up his sleeves, the policeman travels his beat, the gate-keeper marks who pass,
The young fellow drives the express-wagon, (I love him, though I do not realize him;)
The half-breed straps on his mild boots to compete in the race,
The western turkey-capturing attracts young and old, a few lean on their rifles, some sit down on logs,
Out from the gang steps the marksman, takes his function, ranges his piece;
The businesses of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee,
As the woolly-pates hoe inside the sugar-subject, the overseer views them from his saddle,
The bugle calls within the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their companions, the dancers bow to every different,
The teenagers lies wakeful within the cedar-roof’d garret and harks to the musical rain,
The Wolverine units traps on the creek that facilitates fill the Huron,
The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemm’d cloth is imparting moccasins and bead-bags on the market,
The connoisseur peers alongside the exhibition-gallery with half-close eyes bent sideways,
As the deck-hands make speedy the steamboat the plank is thrown for the shore-going passengers,
The young sister holds out the skein while the elder sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots,
The one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago borne her first toddler,
The smooth-hair’d Yankee woman works along with her sewing-device or within the manufacturing unit or mill,
The paving-guy leans on his two-passed rammer, the reporter’s lead flies unexpectedly over the observe-ebook, the sign-painter is lettering with blue and gold,
The canal boy trots at the tow-path, the e-book-keeper counts at his desk, the shoemaker waxes his thread,
The conductor beats time for the band and all of the performers follow him,
The toddler is baptized, the convert is making his first professions,
The regatta is unfold at the bay, the race is begun, (how the white sails sparkle!)
The drover looking his drove sings out to them that could stray,
The pedler sweats together with his % on his lower back, (the patron higgling about the strange cent;)
The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock actions slowly,
The opium-eater reclines with inflexible head and simply-open’d lips,
The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck,
The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other,
(Miserable! I do not chortle at your oaths nor jeer you;)
The President retaining a cupboard council is surrounded through the extremely good Secretaries,
On the piazza stroll 3 matrons stately and pleasant with twined hands,
The crew of the fish-smack percent repeated layers of halibut within the hold,
The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his farm animals,
As the fare-collector is going via the teach he gives be aware by means of the jingling of free trade,
The floor-guys are laying the ground, the tinners are tinning the roof, the masons are calling for mortar,
In unmarried report each shouldering his hod skip onward the people;
Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is acquire’d, it’s miles the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!)
Seasons pursuing each other the plougher ploughs, the mower mows, and the iciness-grain falls within the floor;
Off at the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by using the hollow in the frozen surface,
The stumps stand thick spherical the clearing, the squatter moves deep together with his axe,
Flatboatmen make rapid towards dusk close to the cotton-wooden or pecan-trees,
Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river or thru those drain’d through the Tennessee, or through the ones of the Arkansas,
Torches shine in the darkish that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw,

Patriarchs sit down at supper with sons and grandsons and top notch-grandsons round them,
In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, relaxation hunters and trappers after their day’s game,
The metropolis sleeps and the united states of america sleeps,
The living sleep for his or her time, the useless sleep for their time,
The old husband sleeps by using his spouse and the young husband sleeps through his spouse;
And those generally tend inward to me, and I generally tend outward to them,
And which includes it’s far to be of those extra or much less I am,
And of those every body I weave the music of myself.

I am of old and young, of the foolish as a lot because the clever,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal in addition to paternal, a infant as well as a person,
Stuff’d with the stuff that is coarse and stuff’d with the stuff this is exceptional,
One of the Nation of many nations, the smallest the identical and the biggest the equal,
A Southerner soon as a Northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable down with the aid of the Oconee I live,
A Yankee sure my personal manner equipped for change, my joints the limberest joints in the world and the sternest joints on the earth,
A Kentuckian taking walks the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin leggings, a Louisianian or Georgian,
A boatman over lakes or bays or along coasts, a Hoosier, Badger, Buckeye;
At home on Kanadian snow-footwear or up within the bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland,
At domestic in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
At domestic at the hills of Vermont or inside the woods of Maine, or the Texan ranch,
Comrade of Californians, comrade of free North-Westerners, (loving their massive proportions,)
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen, comrade of all who shake fingers and welcome to drink and meat,
A learner with the handiest, a instructor of the thoughtfullest,
A beginner starting yet experient of myriads of seasons,
Of each hue and caste am I, of each rank and faith,
A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker,
Prisoner, fancy-guy, rowdy, attorney, physician, priest.

I face up to any component better than my own diversity,
Breathe the air but go away plenty after me,
And am no longer stuck up, and am in my vicinity.

(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their vicinity,
The shiny suns I see and the dark suns I can not see are of their location,
The palpable is in its location and the impalpable is in its place.)

These are clearly the thoughts of all men in every age and lands, they’re now not unique with me,
If they’re not yours as an awful lot as mine they’re nothing, or next to not anything,
If they’re not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they’re nothing,
If they’re no longer just as close as they are remote they’re not anything.

This is the grass that grows anyplace the land is and the water is,
This the common air that bathes the globe.

With music robust I come, with my cornets and my drums,
I play no longer marches for accepted victors simplest, I play marches for triumph over’d and slain individuals.

Have you heard that it was correct to gain the day?
I also say it is right to fall, battles are lost within the same spirit in which they are received.

I beat and pound for the lifeless,
I blow via my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.

Vivas to the ones who have fail’d!
And to the ones whose warfare-vessels sank within the sea!
And to the ones themselves who sank in the sea!
And to all generals that misplaced engagements, and all triumph over heroes!
And the numberless unknown heroes identical to the finest heroes regarded!

This is the meal equally set, this the beef for natural hunger,
It is for the wicked just similar to the righteous, I make appointments with all,
I will now not have a unmarried individual slighted or left away,
The saved-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited,
The heavy-lipp’d slave is invited, the venerealee is invited;
There will be no difference among them and the rest.

This is the click of a bashful hand, this the drift and odor of hair,
This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning,
This the a long way-off intensity and height reflecting my very own face,
This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the opening again.

Do you bet I actually have some elaborate cause?
Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica at the side of a rock has.

Do you are taking it I would astonish?
Does the daytime astonish? Does the early redstart twittering thru the woods?
Do I astonish greater than they?

This hour I tell matters in self assurance,
I may not inform everybody, but I will inform you.

Who goes there? Hankering, gross, mystical, nude;
How is it I extract power from the beef I devour?

What is a person anyways? What am I? What are you?

All I mark as my very own you shall offset it along with your own,
Else it were time misplaced being attentive to me.

I do not snivel that snivel internationally,
That months are vacuums and the floor but wallow and dirt.

Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov’d,
I put on my hat as I please interior or out.

Why must I pray? Why need to I venerate and be ceremonious?

Having pried thru the strata, analyzed to a hair, suggest’d with medical doctors and calculated close,
I discover no sweeter fat than sticks to my very own bones.

In every body I see myself, none extra and no longer one a barley-corn less,
And the best or terrible I say of myself I say of them.

I recognise I am stable and sound,
To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually go with the flow,
All are written to me, and I have to get what the writing manner.

I recognize I am deathless,
I realize this orbit of mine cannot be swept with the aid of a wood worker’s compass,
I know I shall no longer skip like a toddler’s carlacue reduce with a burnt stick at night time.

I recognise I am august,
I do no longer problem my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,
I see that the standard legal guidelines in no way make an apology,
(I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by using, after all.)

I exist as I am, that is sufficient,
If no other inside the international be aware I sit content,
And if every and all be aware I sit content.

One world is aware and by a long way the largest to me, and this is myself,
And whether or not I come to my own to-day or in 10000 or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with same cheerfulness I can wait.

My foothold is tenon’d and mortis’d in granite,
I chortle at what you name dissolution,
And I recognise the amplitude of time.

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the rigors of hell are with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

I am the poet of the female the same as the person,
And I say it’s far as first rate to be a female as to be a man,
And I say there’s nothing greater than the mom of fellows.

I chant the chant of dilation or delight,
We have had ducking and deprecating about enough,
I display that size is handiest improvement.

Have you outstript the relaxation? Are you the President?
It is a trifle, they’ll more than arrive there each one, and still pass on.

I am he that walks with the soft and developing night time,
I call to the earth and sea 1/2-held by means of the night time.

Press near bare-bosom’d night—press close magnetic nourishing night time!
Night of south winds—night time of the big few stars!
Still nodding night time—mad bare summer time night time.

Smile O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!
Earth of the dozing and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sundown—earth of the mountains misty-topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the overall moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and darkish mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbow’d earth—wealthy apple-blossom’d earth!
Smile, on your lover comes.

Prodigal, you have got given me love—therefore I to you give love!
O unspeakable passionate love.

You sea! I resign myself to you furthermore mght—I wager what you mean,
I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,
I consider you refuse to go returned without feeling of me,
We must have a flip collectively, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land,
Cushion me smooth, rock me in billowy drowse,
Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you.

Sea of stretch’d floor-swells,
Sea respiration wide and convulsive breaths,
Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell’d but usually-geared up graves,
Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea,
I am fundamental with you, I too am of 1 segment and of all levels.

Partaker of inflow and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation,
Extoller of amies and people that sleep in every others’ fingers.

I am he testifying sympathy,
(Shall I make my listing of factors inside the residence and pass the residence that helps them?)

I am no longer the poet of goodness best, I do no longer decline to be the poet of wickedness additionally.

What blurt is that this about distinctive feature and approximately vice?
Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent,
My gait is no fault-finder’s or rejecter’s gait,
I moisten the roots of all that has grown.

Did you worry some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
Did you bet the celestial legal guidelines are yet to be paintings’d over and rectified?

I find one aspect a stability and the antipodal facet a balance,
Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine,
Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early begin.

This minute that involves me over the past decillions,
There is not any better than it and now.

What behaved well inside the past or behaves nicely to-day is not this sort of wonder,
The marvel is continually and continually how there can be a median guy or an infidel.

Endless unfolding of phrases of a while!
And mine a phrase of the cutting-edge, the phrase En-Masse.

A word of the religion that never balks,
Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I be given Time truely.

It on my own is with out flaw, it by myself rounds and completes all,
That mystic baffling surprise on my own completes all.

I take delivery of Reality and dare not query it,
Materialism first and ultimate imbuing.

Hurrah for effective technology! Lengthy live exact demonstration!
Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac,
This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the antique cartouches,
These mariners placed the deliver via dangerous unknown seas.
This is the geologist, this works with the scalpel, and that is a mathematician.

Gentlemen, to you the primary honors constantly!
Your facts are useful, and but they’re no longer my dwelling,
I however input through them to an area of my living.

Less the reminders of homes informed my words,
And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication,
And make quick account of neuters and geldings, and want males and females completely equipt,
And beat the gong of rebellion, and forestall with fugitives and them that plot and conspire.

Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son,
Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, consuming and breeding,
No sentimentalist, no stander above males and females or aside from them,
No extra modest than immodest.

Unscrew the locks from the doorways!
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!

Whoever degrades any other degrades me,
And some thing is done or stated returns at remaining to me.

Through me the afflatus surging and surging, thru me the modern-day and index.

I speak the skip-phrase primeval, I deliver the sign of democracy,
By God! I will be given nothing which all can’t have their counterpart of on the identical phrases.

Through me many lengthy dumb voices,
Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves,
Voices of the diseas’d and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs,
Voices of cycles of coaching and accretion,
And of the threads that join the celebrities, and of wombs and of the father-stuff,
And of the rights of them the others are down upon,
Of the deform’d, trivial, flat, foolish, despised,
Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung.

Through me forbidden voices,
Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil’d and I get rid of the veil,
Voices indecent with the aid of me clarified and transfigur’d.

I do no longer press my hands throughout my mouth,
I hold as sensitive across the bowels as round the top and coronary heart,
Copulation is not any greater rank to me than dying is.

I accept as true with within the flesh and the appetites,
Seeing, listening to, feeling, are miracles, and every part and tag of me is a miracle.

Divine am I inner and out, and I make holy whatever I contact or am contact’d from,
The heady scent of those arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,
This head extra than church buildings, bibles, and all of the creeds.

If I worship one component extra than any other it shall be the unfold of my personal body, or any part of it,
Translucent mold of me it will be you!
Shaded ledges and rests it will be you!
Firm masculine colter it will be you!
Whatever is going to the tilth of me it shall be you!
You my rich blood! Your milky movement pale strippings of my lifestyles!
Breast that presses in opposition to different breasts it will be you!
My brain it will be your occult convolutions!
Root of wash’d candy-flag! Timorous pond-snipe! Nest of guarded reproduction eggs! It will be you!
Mix’d tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!
Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!
Sun so generous it shall be you!
Vapors lighting fixtures and shading my face it will be you!
You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!
Winds whose gentle-tickling genitals rub towards me it will be you!
Broad muscular fields, branches of stay oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it will be you!
Hands I actually have taken, face I even have kiss’d, mortal I even have ever contact’d, it shall be you.

I dote on myself, there’s that lot of me and all so luscious,
Each second and anything occurs thrills me with joy,
I can not inform how my ankles bend, nor whence the motive of my faintest want,
Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the reason of the friendship I take again.

That I stroll up my stoop, I pause to recall if it surely be,
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me greater than the metaphysics of books.

To behold the day-destroy!
The little mild fades the massive and diaphanous shadows,
The air tastes true to my palate.

Hefts of the transferring global at harmless gambols silently rising freshly exuding,
Scooting obliquely high and occasional.

Something I can not see places upward libidinous prongs,
Seas of vivid juice suffuse heaven.

The earth by way of the sky staid with, the day by day near of their junction,
The heav’d project from the east that second over my head,
The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!

Dazzling and brilliant how quick the solar-rise would kill me,
If I couldn’t now and usually ship solar-rise out of me.

We also ascend wonderful and brilliant because the sun,
We found our own O my soul inside the calm and cool of the dawn.

My voice is going after what my eyes can not attain,
With the twirl of my tongue I embody worlds and volumes of worlds.

Speech is the dual of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself,
It provokes me all the time, it says ironically,
Walt you include sufficient, why don’t you let it out then?

Come now I will now not be tantalized, you conceive an excessive amount of of articulation,
Do you no longer know O speech how the buds beneath you’re folded?
Waiting in gloom, included by means of frost,
The dirt receding before my prophetical screams,
I underlying reasons to balance them at closing,
My understanding my stay elements, it preserving tally with the which means of all things,
Happiness, (which whoever hears me let her or him set out looking for this day.)

My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I clearly am,
Encompass worlds, however in no way try to embody me,
I crowd your sleekest and fine through truely searching towards you.

Writing and talk do not show me,
I carry the plenum of proof and every issue else in my face,
With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.

Now I will do not anything but pay attention,
To accrue what I listen into this music, to allow sounds contribute closer to it.

I listen bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals,
I listen the sound I love, the sound of the human voice,
I hear all sounds jogging together, mixed, fused or following,
Sounds of the town and sounds out of the metropolis, sounds of the day and night time,
Talkative young ones to people who like them, the loud giggle of work-humans at their meals,
The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the unwell,
The choose with arms tight to the table, his pallid lips saying a dying-sentence,
The heave’e’yo of stevedores unlading ships through the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters,
The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of speedy-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and coloration’d lights,
The steam whistle, the stable roll of the teach of drawing close motors,
The gradual march play’d at the top of the affiliation marching two and ,
(They visit shield some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.)

I pay attention the violoncello, (’tis the young guy’s heart’s complaint,)
I pay attention the key’d cornet, it glides fast in through my ears,
It shakes mad-sweet pangs via my stomach and breast.

I hear the refrain, it’s miles a grand opera,
Ah this indeed is track—this suits me.

A tenor massive and sparkling as the creation fills me,
The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.

I hear the educate’d soprano (what paintings with hers is that this?)
The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies,
It wrenches such ardors from me I did no longer understand I own’d them,
It sails me, I dab with bare toes, they’re lick’d by the indolent waves,
I am cut with the aid of sour and angry hail, I lose my breath,
Steep’d amid honey’d morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of loss of life,

At length permit up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,
And that we name Being.

To be in any form, what is that?
(Round and spherical we go, every body, and ever come lower back thither,)
If not anything lay extra expand’d the quahaug in its callous shell have been enough.

Mine is no callous shell,
I actually have instant conductors throughout me whether or not I pass or stop,
They seize every item and lead it harmlessly through me.

I merely stir, press, experience with my fingers, and am satisfied,
To touch my person to some one else’s is ready as lots as I can stand.

Is this then a hint? Quivering me to a brand new identity,
Flames and ether making a rush for my veins,
Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them,
My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly special from myself,
On all facets prurient provokers stiffening my limbs,
Straining the udder of my coronary heart for its withheld drip,
Behaving licentious closer to me, taking no denial,
Depriving me of my first-class as for a cause,
Unbuttoning my clothes, preserving me by way of the naked waist,
Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture-fields,
Immodestly sliding the guy-senses away,
They bribed to switch off with touch and pass and graze at the rims of me,
No consideration, no regard for my draining electricity or my anger,
Fetching the relaxation of the herd round to enjoy them some time,
Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.

The sentries wilderness each different a part of me,
They have left me helpless to a crimson marauder,
They all come to the headland to witness and assist towards me.

I am given up through traitors,
I communicate wildly, I even have lost my wits, I and no person else am the greatest traitor,
I went myself first to the headland, my very own fingers carried me there.

You villain contact! What are you doing? My breath is tight in its throat,
Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me.

Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath’d hooded sharp-teeth’d contact!
Did it make you ache so, leaving me?

Parting song’d through arriving, perpetual charge of perpetual loan,
Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.

Sprouts take and gather, stand through the lower prolific and essential,
Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.

All truths wait in all matters,
They neither hasten their personal shipping nor withstand it,
They do now not want the obstetric forceps of the health care provider,
The insignificant is as huge to me as any,
(What is much less or more than a hint?)

Logic and sermons by no means persuade,
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

(Only what proves itself to every guy and woman is so,
Only what no person denies is so.)

A minute and a drop of me settle my mind,
I accept as true with the soggy clods shall emerge as fanatics and lamps,
And a compend of compends is the beef of a individual,
And a summit and flower there is the sensation they’ve for each other,
And they’re to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific,
And until one and all shall delight us, and we them.

I consider a leaf of grass isn’t any much less than the journey-work of the celebs,
And the pismire is similarly ideal, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’œuvre for the very best,
And the jogging blackberry would enhance the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

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