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This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate.
The sky up there-yet here or next door, or across the way?
Have you reckon'd the earth much?
That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!Vivas to those who have fail'd!Which of the young men does she like the best?40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!What are you doing?Sleep-I and they keep guard all gratis spilleautomater til at spille nu kitty glitter night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.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.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary gratis roulette spil 9 lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands.




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.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.From the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them.I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.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.My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.
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Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!