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And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
Man or woman, I site nous libertin might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.
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.
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.34 Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo 'Tis the tale of the murder.Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.Old age superbly rising!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.Copyright The DayPoems web site, t, is copyright by Timothy.I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.If our colors are struck and the fighting done?
The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him.
Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.45 O span of youth!Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?
49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.
I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.