I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.
Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp, My face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.
I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, And am stucco'd with quadrupeds and birds all over, And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, But call any thing back again when I desire.
My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold.I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands.My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word oude gokkasten kopen Wenen unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full.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.It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.35 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?Perhaps I might tell more.
Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?
Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes.
So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather, The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!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.What are you doing?Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.