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down from the branches,

      Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous of dark green,

      And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,

      But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not,

      And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it and twined around it a little moss,

      And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,

      It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,

      (For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)

      Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;

      For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide in a wide flat space,

      Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,

      I know very well I could not.

      To a Stranger

      Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,

      You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)

      I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,

      All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

      You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,

      I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,

      You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,

      I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,

      I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

      I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

      This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful

      This moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone,

      It seems to me there are other men in other lands yearning and thoughtful,

      It seems to me I can look over and behold them in Germany, Italy, France, Spain,

      Or far, far away, in China, or in Russia or talking other dialects,

      And it seems to me if I could know those men I should become attached to them as I do to men in my own lands,

      O I know we should be brethren and lovers,

      I know I should be happy with them.

      I Hear It Was Charged Against Me

      I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions,

      But really I am neither for nor against institutions,

      (What indeed have I in common with them? or what with the destruction of them?)

      Only I will establish in the Mannahatta and in every city of these States inland and seaboard,

      And in the fields and woods, and above every keel little or large that dents the water,

      Without edifices or rules or trustees or any argument,

      The institution of the dear love of comrades.

      The Prairie-Grass Dividing

      The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing,

      I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,

      Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,

      Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings,

      Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh, nutritious,

      Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and command, leading not following,

      Those with a never-quell’d audacity, those with sweet and lusty flesh clear of taint,

      Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and governors, as to say Who are you?

      Those of earth-born passion, simple, never constrain’d, never obedient,

      Those of inland America.

      When I Peruse the Conquer’d Fame

      When I peruse the conquer’d fame of heroes and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,

      Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house,

      But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,

      How together through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long and long,

      Through youth and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were,

      Then I am pensive—I hastily walk away fill’d with the bitterest envy.

      We Two Boys Together Clinging

      We two boys together clinging,

      One the other never leaving,

      Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,

      Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,

      Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.

      No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening,

      Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing,

      Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,

      Fulfilling our foray.

      A Promise to California

      A promise to California,

      Or inland to the great pastoral Plains, and on to Puget sound and Oregon;

      Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain, to teach robust American love,

      For I know very well that I and robust love belong among you, inland, and along the Western sea;

      For these States tend inland and toward the Western sea, and I will also.

      Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

      Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting,

      Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them,

      And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.

      No Labor-Saving Machine

      No labor-saving machine,

      Nor discovery have I made,

      Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found hospital or library,

      Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage for America,

      Nor literary success nor intellect; nor book for the book-shelf,

      But a few carols vibrating through the air I leave,

      For comrades and lovers.

      A Glimpse

      A glimpse through an interstice caught,

      Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,

      Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,

      A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,

      There we two,

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