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And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!

       And to those themselves who sank in the sea!

       And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!

       And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!

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       This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger,

       It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments

       with all,

       I will not have a single person slighted or left away,

       The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited,

       The heavy-lipp’d slave is invited, the venerealee is invited;

       There shall be no difference between them and the rest.

      This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,

       This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning,

       This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,

       This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again.

      Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?

       Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the

       side of a rock has.

      Do you take it I would astonish?

       Does the daylight astonish? does the early redstart twittering

       through the woods?

       Do I astonish more than they?

      This hour I tell things in confidence,

       I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

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       Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude;

       How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?

      What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?

      All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own,

       Else it were time lost listening to me.

      I do not snivel that snivel the world over,

       That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.

      Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity

       goes to the fourth-remov’d,

       I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.

      Why should I pray? why should I venerate and be ceremonious?

      Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel’d with

       doctors and calculated close,

       I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

      In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less,

       And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

      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.

      I know I am deathless,

       I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter’s compass,

       I know I shall not pass like a child’s carlacue cut with a burnt

       stick at night.

      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 as I am, that is enough,

       If no other in the world be aware I sit content,

       And if each and all be aware I sit content.

      One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,

       And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten

       million years,

       I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.

      My foothold is tenon’d and mortis’d in granite,

       I laugh at what you call dissolution,

       And I know the amplitude of time.

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       I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,

       The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,

       The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate

       into new tongue.

      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 greater than the mother of men.

      I chant the chant of dilation or pride,

       We have had ducking and deprecating about enough,

       I show that size is only development.

      Have you outstript the rest? are you the President?

       It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and

       still pass on.

      I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,

       I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.

      Press close bare-bosom’d night — press close magnetic nourishing night!

       Night of south winds — night of the large few stars!

       Still nodding night — mad naked summer night.

      Smile O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!

       Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!

       Earth of departed sunset — earth of the mountains misty-topt!

       Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!

       Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

       Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!

       Far-swooping elbow’d earth — rich apple-blossom’d earth!

       Smile, for your lover comes.

      Prodigal, you have given me love — therefore I to you give love!

       O unspeakable passionate love.

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       You sea! I resign myself to you also — I guess what you mean,

       I behold from the beach your crooked fingers,

       I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me,

       We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land,

       Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse,

       Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you.

      Sea of stretch’d ground-swells,

       Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths,

       Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell’d yet always-ready graves,

       Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea,

       I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.

      Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation,

      

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