Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last.
The saints and sages in history-but you yourself?Will you prove already too late?Root of wash'd sweet-flag!Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have serioses online roulette for gratis, uten registrering lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender.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.What have you to confide to me?Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!One of that centripetal 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!(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door.
Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?
Does the early redstart twittering through the woods?