Leaves of GrassD.McKay, 1900 - Всего страниц: 486 |
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Стр. 18
... blood , form'd from this soil , this air , Born here of parents born here , ' from parents the same , and their parents the same , I , now thirty - six years old , in perfect health , begin , Hoping to cease not till death . Creeds and ...
... blood , form'd from this soil , this air , Born here of parents born here , ' from parents the same , and their parents the same , I , now thirty - six years old , in perfect health , begin , Hoping to cease not till death . Creeds and ...
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... blood and air through my lungs ; The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves , and of the shore , and dark - color'd sea - rocks , and of hay in the barn ; The sound of the belch'd words of my voice , words loos'd to the eddies of the wind ...
... blood and air through my lungs ; The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves , and of the shore , and dark - color'd sea - rocks , and of hay in the barn ; The sound of the belch'd words of my voice , words loos'd to the eddies of the wind ...
Стр. 56
... blood ! Your milky stream , pale strippings of my life . Breast that presses against other breasts , it shall be you ! My brain , it shall be your occult convolutions . 530 Root of wash'd sweet flag ! timorous pond - snipe ! nest of ...
... blood ! Your milky stream , pale strippings of my life . Breast that presses against other breasts , it shall be you ! My brain , it shall be your occult convolutions . 530 Root of wash'd sweet flag ! timorous pond - snipe ! nest of ...
Стр. 60
... blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself ; On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs , Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip , Behaving licentious toward me , taking no denial ...
... blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself ; On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs , Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip , Behaving licentious toward me , taking no denial ...
Стр. 71
... blood of four hundred and twelve young men.5 Retreating , they had form'd in a hollow square , with their bag- gage ... blood , " etc. 1860 reads " Hear now the tale of the murder in cold blood , " etc. Large , turbulent , generous ...
... blood of four hundred and twelve young men.5 Retreating , they had form'd in a hollow square , with their bag- gage ... blood , " etc. 1860 reads " Hear now the tale of the murder in cold blood , " etc. Large , turbulent , generous ...
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1856 under title 56 read 60 read added America amid arms bards beautiful behold blood body breast breath chant child comrades crowd dark dead dear death debouch divine Door-yard Drum earth Eidolons eternal eyes face fill'd forever give grass hand head hear henceforth immortal Kanada land leaves LEAVES OF GRASS Lilacs living look look'd lose my breath lovers Manhattan mother never night old cause pass pass'd Passage to India peace perfect persons phrenology Pioneers poems poet published in 1860 published in Drum-Taps race rest rise rivers sail shape ships shore silent sing sleep soldiers song Soul sound stand stars strong swear sweet thee things thou thought to-day voice wait walk Walt Whitman waves whoever wind woman women woods words young ΙΟ
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Стр. 92 - 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. 31 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Стр. 235 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Стр. 11 - One's-Self I sing, a simple separate 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 Male I sing. 5 Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing.
Стр. 35 - A child said What is the grass ? fetching it to me with full hands ; How could I answer the child ? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Стр. 373 - Approach strong deliveress, When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death. From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee, I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.
Стр. 196 - I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, 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...
Стр. 63 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
Стр. 70 - 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. 85 - Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it. For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care. \ All forces have...