Parting track’d by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan,
Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.
Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital,
Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.
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ONE’S-SELF I sing–a simple, separate Person;
Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse–I saythe Form complete is worthier far;The Female equally with the male I sing.Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,Cheerful–for freest action form’d, under the laws divine,The Modern Man I sing.
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South!
O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I wasborn—thegrains,plants, rivers;Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silverysands,orthrough swamps;Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw, the Pedee, the Tombigbee, the Santee,theCoosa, and the Sabine;O pensive, far away wandering, I return with…
WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,
rendezvous with my poems;A traveler’s lodging and breakfast as I journey through The States–Why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? Why to advertise forthem?For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman;For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts ofthe universe.
A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,
youths, with offerings.
A CALIFORNIA song!
A chorus of dryads, fading, departing–or hamadryads departing;A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky,Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense.Farewell, my brethren,Farewell, O earth and sky–farewell, ye neighboring waters;My time has ended, my term has come.Along the northern coast,Just back from the rock-bound shore, and the caves,…
O LIVING always–always dying!
O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever!O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not–I am content;)O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and lookat, where I cast them!To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind!