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I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.15 The pure contralto sings in the organ loft, The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp, The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner, The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with.25 Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out.I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.Each who passes is consider'd, each who stops is consider'd, not single one can it fall.
Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.
I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.
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 lucida console font mac greater than the mother of men.13 The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes.If our colors are struck and the fighting done?Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all.And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.