Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!
The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail'd coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same.The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders, The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on rige kvinder, der får at vide, Wien the granite floor, The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls, The hurrahs for.Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown.26 Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward.Are you the President?Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?47 I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.
And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!
See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
Look to your arms!The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work.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.I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!