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... SOUNDS TO THE SUNSET BREEZE OLD CHANTS • A CHRISTMAS Greeting SOUNDS OF THE WINTER A TWILIGHT SONG · WHEN THE FULL - GROWN POET CAME OSCEOLA 411 412 412 412 412 • 413 413 414 414 415 415 416 416 417 A VOICE FROM DEATH 417 A PERSIAN ...
... SOUNDS TO THE SUNSET BREEZE OLD CHANTS • A CHRISTMAS Greeting SOUNDS OF THE WINTER A TWILIGHT SONG · WHEN THE FULL - GROWN POET CAME OSCEOLA 411 412 412 412 412 • 413 413 414 414 415 415 416 416 417 A VOICE FROM DEATH 417 A PERSIAN ...
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... sounds of rain and winds , calls as of birds and animals in the woods , syllabled to us for names , Okonee , Koosa , Ottawa , Monongahela , Sauk , Natchez , Chatta- hoochee , Kaqueta , Oronoco , Wabash , Miami , Saginaw , Chippewa ...
... sounds of rain and winds , calls as of birds and animals in the woods , syllabled to us for names , Okonee , Koosa , Ottawa , Monongahela , Sauk , Natchez , Chatta- hoochee , Kaqueta , Oronoco , Wabash , Miami , Saginaw , Chippewa ...
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... sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind , A few light kisses , a few embraces , a reaching around of arms , The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag , The delight alone or in the ...
... sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind , A few light kisses , a few embraces , a reaching around of arms , The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag , The delight alone or in the ...
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... sounds it down to me like an invitation , The pert may suppose it meaningless , but I listening close , Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky . The sharp - hoof'd moose of the north , the 38 LEAVES OF Grass .
... sounds it down to me like an invitation , The pert may suppose it meaningless , but I listening close , Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky . The sharp - hoof'd moose of the north , the 38 LEAVES OF Grass .
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... sound , To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow , All are written to me , and I must get what the writing means . I know I am deathless , I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass , I know ...
... sound , To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow , All are written to me , and I must get what the writing means . I know I am deathless , I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass , I know ...
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Page 249 - WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Page 28 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands, How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Page 39 - I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
Page 27 - Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
Page 43 - I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Page 254 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
Page 117 - I inhale great draughts of space, The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine. I am larger, better than I thought, I did not know I held so much goodness.
Page 254 - Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me, And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me, And I in the middle as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions, I fled forth to the hiding receiving night that talks not, Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness, To the solemn shadowy cedars and ghostly pines so still.
Page 115 - Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am goodfortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing; Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Page 72 - I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.