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(Noted verbatim after a supper-talk out doors in Nevada with two old miners.) MORE experiences and sights, stranger, than you’d think for; Times again, now mostly just after sunrise or before sunset, Sometimes in spring, oftener in autumn, perfectly clear weather,…
All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any; What is there that is not a miracle? To me every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Each foot out of the countless octillions of…
Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked…
How sweet the silent backward tracings! The wanderings as in dreams—the meditation of old times re- sumed—their loves, joys, persons, voyages.
THEY shall arise in the States, They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness, They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos, They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive, They shall be complete women and men, their pose brawny and supple, their drink…
ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature, Master of all, or mistress of all—aplomb in the midst of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive, silent as they, Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less important than I thought; Me private,…
I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name. Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word of my…
My city’s fit and noble name resumed, Choice aboriginal name, with marvellous beauty, meaning A rocky founded island, where ever gayly dash the coming, going, hurrying sea waves.
LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene; Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods, on faces ghast- ly, swollen, purple; On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss’d wide, Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.
Long, too long America, Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn’d from joys and prosperity only, But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not, And now to conceive and show…