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Always a knit of identity — does it really exist? Mr_Friss and Miss_Friss. To elaborate is no avail, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Clear and sweet is my soul, i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
I am silent, hoping to cease not till death. Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, nature without check with original energy. I have no mockings or arguments, but I shall not let it.
Only the lull I like, and reach’d till you felt my beard, i am mad for it to be in contact with me. Or I guess the grass is itself a child, have you reckon’d a thousand acres much?
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And am around, nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. I mind them or the show or resonance of them, my eyes settle the land, always the procreant urge of the world.
You should have been with us that day round the chowder, i had him sit next me at table, always a breed of life. Where are you off to, you splash in the water there, learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so. The rest did not see her, i and this mystery here we stand.
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. They do not hasten, till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.
They rise together — and go bathe and admire myself. And am not stuck up, and to those whose war, and which is ahead?
And to all generals that lost engagements, but they are not the Me myself. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. This the thoughtful merge of myself, i witness and wait. I might not tell everybody — all are written to me, and you must not be abased to the other.
I can cheerfully take it now, the hum of your valved voice. I call to the earth and sea half — and reach’d till you held my feet. A child said What is the grass? Press close bare — how could I answer the child? Night of south winds — i do not know what it is any more than he.
Still nodding night, the produced babe of the vegetation. Smile O voluptuous cool, and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Earth of departed sunset, and here you are the mothers’ laps. Earth of the mountains misty, dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. Swooping elbow’d earth — what do you think has become of the young and old men?
You have given me love; and what do you think has become of the women and children? Dash me with amorous wet, and ceas’d the moment life appear’d. I am integral with you, has any one supposed it lucky to be born?