Leaves of GrassD. McKay, 1883 - Всего страниц: 382 |
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... PERSON DRAWN TOWARD ME ?. ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE NOT HEAT FLAMES UP AND CONSUMES TRICKLE DROPS . CITY OF ORGIES BEHOLD THIS SWARTHY FACE . I SAW IN LOUISIANA A LIVE - OAK GROWING TO A STRANGER . 102 103 103 104 104 105 105 ...
... PERSON DRAWN TOWARD ME ?. ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE NOT HEAT FLAMES UP AND CONSUMES TRICKLE DROPS . CITY OF ORGIES BEHOLD THIS SWARTHY FACE . I SAW IN LOUISIANA A LIVE - OAK GROWING TO A STRANGER . 102 103 103 104 104 105 105 ...
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... PERSON DRAWN TOWARD ME ?. ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE NOT HEAT FLAMES UP AND CONSUMES TRICKLE DROPS . CITY OF ORGIES BEHOLD THIS SWARTHY FACE . I SAW IN LOUISIANA A LIVE - OAK GROWING TO A STRANGER . THIS MOMENT YEARNING AND ...
... PERSON DRAWN TOWARD ME ?. ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE NOT HEAT FLAMES UP AND CONSUMES TRICKLE DROPS . CITY OF ORGIES BEHOLD THIS SWARTHY FACE . I SAW IN LOUISIANA A LIVE - OAK GROWING TO A STRANGER . THIS MOMENT YEARNING AND ...
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... person , Yet utter the word Democratic , the word En - Masse . Of physiology from top to toe I sing , Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse , I say the Form complete is worthier far , The Female equally with the ...
... person , Yet utter the word Democratic , the word En - Masse . Of physiology from top to toe I sing , Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse , I say the Form complete is worthier far , The Female equally with the ...
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... persons , estates ; Thither we also , I with my leaves and songs , trustful , admirant , As a father to his father going takes his children along with him . THE SHIP STARTING . Lo , the unbounded sea , On its breast a ship starting ...
... persons , estates ; Thither we also , I with my leaves and songs , trustful , admirant , As a father to his father going takes his children along with him . THE SHIP STARTING . Lo , the unbounded sea , On its breast a ship starting ...
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... persons , substances , beasts , the trees , the running rivers , the rocks and sands . All hold spiritual joys and afterwards loosen them ; How can the real body ever die and be buried ? Of your real body and any man's or woman's real ...
... persons , substances , beasts , the trees , the running rivers , the rocks and sands . All hold spiritual joys and afterwards loosen them ; How can the real body ever die and be buried ? Of your real body and any man's or woman's real ...
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America amid arms Assyria beautiful behold blood blow blue-fish body breast breath CALIFORNIA song calm chant clouds comrades crowd dark dead dear death debouch divine Dondra head dream earth eidolons eyes face fill'd float forever give grass hand head hear heard heart henceforth hold immortal Journeyers Kanada land leaves LEAVES of GRASS Libertad light living LONG AMERICA look look'd lovers maize Manhattan moon mother mountains never night old cause pass pass'd Passage to India peace pennant perfect persons Pioneers poems poet post-and-rail fences race rest rise river sail shape ship shore silent sing singers skald sleep soldiers songs soul sound spirit stand stars Strains musical strong sweet thee things thou thought to-day trees voice wait walk Walt Whitman waves whoever wild wind woman women woods words young
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Стр. 68 - Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Стр. 67 - And as to you, Corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.
Стр. 19 - I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Стр. 246 - The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements, Sings by himself a song. Song of the bleeding throat, Death's outlet song of life, (for well, dear brother, I know, If thou wast not granted to sing, thou woulds't surely die).
Стр. 23 - Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves...
Стр. 186 - Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, ' Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard, From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears, From...
Стр. 50 - Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
Стр. 250 - Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me, And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me, And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions, I fled forth to the hiding receiving night, that talks not, Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness, To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.
Стр. 246 - In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the whitewash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle — and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.