Translucent mould of me personally it will be you! Shaded ledges and rests it will be you! Firm colter that is masculine will be you! Whatever would go to the tilth of me personally it will be you! You my rich bloodstream! Your milky stream pale strippings of my entire life! Breast that presses against other breasts it will probably be you! My mind it will be your occult convolutions! Cause of wash’d sweet-flag! Timorous pond-snipe! Nest of guarded duplicate eggs! It will probably be you! Mix’d tussled hay of mind, beard, brawn, it will probably be you! Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it will be you! Sun therefore substantial it shall be you! Vapors illumination and shading my face it will probably be you! You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you! Winds whose genitals that are soft-tickling against me personally it will be you! Broad muscular industries, branches of real time oak, loving lounger within my winding paths, it will be you! Hands We have taken, face we have kiss’d, mortal I have actually ever touch’d, it will probably be you.
We dote with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me.
That we walk up my stoop, we pause to think about if it truly be, A morning-glory within my screen satisfies me significantly more than the metaphysics of publications.
To behold the day-break! The little light fades the enormous and diaphanous shadows, The atmosphere tastes good to my palate.
Hefts associated with going globe at innocent gambols quietly rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.
One thing we cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
The planet earth because of the sky staid with, the daily close of these junction, The heav’d challenge through the eastern that moment over my mind, The taunt that is mocking See then whether you will be master!
Dazzling and tremendous exactly exactly how fast I would be killed by the sun-rise, If i really could perhaps maybe not now and constantly deliver sun-rise away from me.
My sound goes after just exactly just what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue we encompass globes and volumes of globes.
Speech may be the twin of my eyesight, its unequal to measure it self, It provokes me personally forever, it claims sarcastically, Walt you contain sufficient, the trend is to allow it to away then?
Come now we will never be tantalized, you conceive an excessive amount of articulation, would you perhaps perhaps not know O message how a buds beneath you will be folded? Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying factors to balance them at last, My knowledge my real time components, it keeping tally using the concept of everything, joy, (which whoever hears me personally allow her or him put down searching for this very day. )
My last merit we refuse you, we refuse placing I really am, Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you from me what.
Composing and talk try not to prove me, we carry the plenum of evidence and each thing else in my own face, Using The hush of my lips we wholly confound the skeptic.
Now we shall do absolutely absolutely nothing but pay attention, To accrue the things I hear into this song, to allow noises add toward it.
I hear bravuras of wild wild wild birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my dishes, We hear the noise i really like, the noise associated with peoples sound, We hear all noises operating together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of this town and appears out from the town, sounds of this night and day, Talkative kids to those who like them, the noisy laugh of work-people at their dishes, The furious base of disjointed relationship, the faint tones regarding the unwell, The judge with hands tight into the desk, their pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heave’e’yo of stevedores unlading vessels by the wharves, the refrain of this anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and color’d lights, The steam-whistle, the solid roll of this train of approaching vehicles, The sluggish march play’d at the top associated with relationship marching two and two, (each goes to protect some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black colored muslin. )
We hear the violoncello, (’tis the son’s heart’s issue, ) We hear the key’d cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my stomach and breast.