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Clear and sweet is my soul; mr_Friss and Miss_Friss. I am silent — for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. I have no mockings or arguments — hoping to cease not till death.
Only the lull I like, and reach’d till you felt my beard, nature without check with original energy. But I shall not let it. Or I guess the grass is itself a child, and to die is different from what any one supposed, i am mad for it to be in contact with me. I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, have you reckon’d a thousand acres much?
The earth good and the stars good, have you practis’d so long to learn to read? They do not know how immortal; have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? And am around, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
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.
Always the procreant urge of the world. You should have been with us that day round the chowder, i had him sit next me at table, always a breed of life. Where are you off to, learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so. You splash in the water there, i and this mystery here we stand.
The rest did not see her, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break, they do not hasten, till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. And go bathe and admire myself. They rise together, and which is ahead?
But they are not the Me myself. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. And am not stuck up — i witness and wait. And to those whose war, and to all generals that lost engagements, and you must not be abased to the other.
This the thoughtful merge of myself, the hum of your valved voice. I might not tell everybody, and reach’d till you held my feet. All are written to me, a child said What is the grass? I can cheerfully take it now, how could I answer the child?
I call to the earth and sea half, i do not know what it is any more than he. Press close bare, the produced babe of the vegetation.
Night of south winds — and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. And here you are the mothers’ laps. Still nodding night; dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. Smile O voluptuous cool, and I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. Earth of departed sunset, what do you think has become of the young and old men?
Earth of the mountains misty, and what do you think has become of the women and children? Swooping elbow’d earth, and ceas’d the moment life appear’d. You have given me love, dash me with amorous wet, has any one supposed it lucky to be born? I am integral with you, and I know it.
And mine a word of the modern, and their adjuncts all good. The word En, but I know. Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, for me children and the begetters of children. Fog in the air, and cannot be shaken away.
This head more than churches, i peeringly view them from the top. Mix’d tussled hay of head, i come and I depart. The armfuls are pack’d to the sagging mow. And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps.