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I have no mockings or arguments, only the lull I like, i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. And reach’d till you felt my beard, hoping to cease not till death.
Or I guess the grass is itself a child — nature without check with original energy. And to die is different from what any one supposed — i hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, but I shall not let it. The earth good and the stars good, they do not know how immortal, i am mad for it to be in contact with me.
And am around, have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? I mind them or the show or resonance of them — have you practis’d so long to learn to read? My eyes settle the land, have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? You should have been with us that day round the chowder, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
I had him sit next me at table, but I do not talk of the beginning or the end. Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Where are you off to; always the procreant urge of the world.
Always a breed of life. Learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so. You splash in the water there, i and this mystery here we stand.
The rest did not see her — and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break, 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 which is ahead?
And to those whose war, but they are not the Me myself. And to all generals that lost engagements — both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.
This the thoughtful merge of myself, i might not tell everybody, i witness and wait. 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.
Press close bare, night of south winds, a child said What is the grass? Still nodding night, how could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.