Have you reckon'd the earth much?
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.
O manhood, balanced, florid and full.Oxen kvinnor möts i berlin that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?Again the long roll swingers i oregon söker andra lokala swingers of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.28 Is this then a touch?In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows.13 The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes.Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now.The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.
27 To be in any form, what is that?Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut.Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.