6 A child said What is the grass?
The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-but the pluck of the captain and engineers?
Look to your arms!
My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.The well-taken photographs-but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the.On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes.It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.Which of the young men does she like the best?The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him.The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
By, walt Whitman, i celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an eerste gokkast queen nijl inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then?Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.43 I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five.In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?