And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are spilleautomater gratis å spille for moro unicorn written to me, and I must get what the writing means.My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!32 I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left you shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling, I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.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.Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.
I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands.
Are you the President?