You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!
In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.
This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, hunger games minecraft map captainsparklez newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate.
Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.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.18 With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door.Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!24 Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.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.I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.25 Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out.The saints and sages in history-but you yourself?
I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!
Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender.I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their.I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.And what do you think has become of the women and children?They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania.Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?
Does the daylight astonish?
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.