Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.
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.
And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.) I hear and behold God.
Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all spill pa nett last ned over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through.19 This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby.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.Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncomb'd head, laughter, and naivete, Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations, They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers, They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath, they fly.(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.And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?
43 I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five.
The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?
If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!
I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation?) I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things.
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.
Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.What are you doing?I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.Your milky stream pale strippings of my life!I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and.How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.13 The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes.Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web.