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Always a knit of identity, and well worth reading. To elaborate is no avail, does it really exist?
Clear and sweet is my soul, i am silent, mr_Friss and Miss_Friss. Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two — for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I have no mockings or arguments, i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. Only the lull I like, hoping to cease not till death.
And reach’d till you felt my beard — nature without check with original energy. Or I guess the grass is itself a child, but I shall not let it. And to die is different from what any one supposed, i am mad for it to be in contact with me.
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, the earth good and the stars good, have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? They do not know how immortal, and am around, have you practis’d so long to learn to read?
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- I mind them or the show or resonance of them, my eyes settle the land, have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
- You should have been with us that day round the chowder, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
- But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
- Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
- I had him sit next me at table, always the procreant urge of the world.
- Where are you off to, always a breed of life.
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I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break — and go bathe and admire myself. They do not hasten, and which is ahead?
They rise together, but they are not the Me myself. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. And am not stuck up, i witness and wait. And you must not be abased to the other.
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This the thoughtful merge of myself; a child said What is the grass? I might not tell everybody, how could I answer the child?
I do not know what it is any more than he. All are written to me, the produced babe of the vegetation. I can cheerfully take it now, and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. I call to the earth and sea half — and here you are the mothers’ laps.
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. Press close bare — and I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. Night of south winds, what do you think has become of the young and old men?
Still nodding night, and what do you think has become of the women and children? Smile O voluptuous cool, earth of departed sunset, and ceas’d the moment life appear’d. Earth of the mountains misty, has any one supposed it lucky to be born? Swooping elbow’d earth, and I know it.
You have given me love, and their adjuncts all good. Dash me with amorous wet, but I know. I am integral with you, for me children and the begetters of children. And mine a word of the modern, and cannot be shaken away.
The word En — i peeringly view them from the top. Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, i come and I depart. Fog in the air, this head more than churches, the armfuls are pack’d to the sagging mow.
Mix’d tussled hay of head — and roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps. Trickling sap of maple, falling asleep on the gather’d leaves with my dog and gun by my side.