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To the leaven’d soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last; (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, But forth from my tent emerging for good—loosing, unty- ing the tent-ropes;) In the freshness, the forenoon air,…
To the garden, the world, anew ascending, Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber; The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, having brought me again, Amorous,…
To the East and to the West, To the man of the Seaside State and of Pennsylvania, To the Kanadian of the north, to the Southerner I love, These with perfect trust to depict you as myself, the germs are in…
What you give me I cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendez- vous with my poems, A traveler’s lodging and breakfast as I journey through the States, —why should I be ashamed…
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you, You are to die—let others tell you what they please, I cannot prevaricate, I am exact and merciless, but I love you—there is no escape for you.…
See in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great Sea.
My spirit to yours dear brother, Do not mind because many sounding your name do not under- stand you, I do not sound your name, but I understand you, I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and…
To get the final lilt of songs, To penetrate the inmost lore of poets—to know the mighty ones, Job, Homer, Eschylus, Dante, Shakspere, Tennyson, Emerson; To diagnose the shifting-delicate tints of love and pride and doubt—to truly understand, To encompass…
I heard that you ask’d for something to prove this puzzle the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy, Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted.
O boy of the West! To you many things to absorb, I teach, to help you become eleve of mine: Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins; If you be not silently selected by lovers, and do…