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O MATER! O fils!
O flowers of the prairies!O space boundless! O hum of mighty products!O you teeming cities! O so invincible, turbulent, proud!O race of the future! O women!O fathers! O you men of passion and the storm!O native power only! O beauty!O yourself! O God! O divine average!O you bearded roughs! O bards! O all those slumberers!…
I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.
My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods,No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,My left hand hooking you…
SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries,
needed most, I bring;Forth from the army, the war emerging–a book I have made,The words of my book nothing–the drift of it everything;A book separate, not link’d with the rest, nor felt by the intellect,But you, ye untold latencies, will thrill to every page;Through Space and Time fused in a chant, and the flowing, eternalIdentity,To…
Aroused and angry,
But soon my fingers fail’d me, my face droop’d, and I resign’dmyself,To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead.Drum-TapsFIRST, O songs, for a prelude,Lightly strike on the stretch’d tympanum, pride and joy in my city,How she led the rest to arms–how she gave the cue,How at once with lithe limbs,…
AS I watch’d the ploughman ploughing,
I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies:(Life, life is the tillage, and Death is the harvest according.)
THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thoulovest best.Night, sleep, death and the stars.