Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee–With these, and like of
these, vouchsafed to thee,
What if one gift thou lackest? (the ultimate human problem never
solving;)
The gift of Perfect Women fit for thee–What of that gift of gifts
thou lackest?
The towering Feminine of thee? the beauty, health, completion, fit
for thee?
The Mothers fit for thee?
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Any thing is as good as established, when that is established thatwill produce it and continue it.
I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat–the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench–the hatter singing as he stands;The wood-cutter’s song–the ploughboy’s,…
TURN, O Libertad, for the war is over,
sweeping the world,)Turn from lands retrospective, recording proofs of the past;From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the past;From the chants of the feudal world–the triumphs of kings, slavery,caste;Turn to the world, the triumphs reserv’d and to come–give up thatbackward world;Leave to the singers of hitherto–give them the trailing past;But what remains, remains…
LOCATIONS and times–what is it in me that meets them all, whenever
Forms, colors, densities, odors–what is it in me that correspondswith them?
The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?
Is he some Southwesterner rais’d out-doors? is he Kanadian?Is he from the Mississippi country? Iowa, Oregon, California?The mountains? prairie-life, bush-life? or sailor from the sea?Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him,They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncomb’d…
PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All,
fields gazing;(As the last gun ceased–but the scent of the powder-smoke linger’d;)As she call’d to her earth with mournful voice while she stalk’d:Absorb them well, O my earth, she cried–I charge you, lose not mysons! lose not an atom;And you streams, absorb them well, taking their dear blood;And you local spots, and you airs that…