Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.
Long I was hugg'd close-long and long.
Will you prove already too late?
I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.Smile, for your lover comes.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.Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?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.A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.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.Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.One of that centripetal roulette spill for gratis pris and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
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.
Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
I plead for my brothers and sisters.
I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.Have you reckon'd the earth much?The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.If you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.Who has done his day's work?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 is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.