Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.
I dote on myself. There is a lot of me and all so luscious.
All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it.
I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd / And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, / I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
Long and long has the grass been growing, Long and long has the rain been falling, Long has the globe been rolling round.
I inhale great draught of space...the east and west are mine...and the north and south are mine...I am grandeur than I thought...I did not know i held so much goodness.
I am the man, I suffered, I was there.
O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.
storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.
The process of reading is not a half sleep, but in the highest sense, an exercise, a gymnast's struggle: that the reader is to do something for him or herself, must be on the alert, just construct indeed the poem, argument, history, metaphysical essay--the text furnishing the hints, the clue, the start, the framework.
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.
Liberty is to be subserved, whatever occurs.
The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!
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