THE BABY

THE BABY



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Song of Myself


I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shall assume,

For every atom belonging to me

as good belongs to you.


I loaf and invite my soul,

I lean and loafe at my ease

observing a spear of summer grass.


My tongue, every atom of my 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-seven years

old in perfect health begin,

Hoping to cease not till death.


Creeds and school in abeyance,

Retiring back a while sufficed

at what they are, but never forgotten,

I harbor for good or bad,

I permit to speak at every hazard,

Nature without check

with original energy.


Houses and rooms are full of perfumes,

the shelves are crowded with perfumes,

I breathe the fragrance myself,

and know it and like it,

The distillation would

intoxicate me also,

but I shall not let it.


The atmosphere is not a perfume,

it has no taste of the distillation,

it is odorless,

It is for my mouth forever,

I am in love with it,

I will go to the bank by the wood

and become undisguised and naked,

I am mad for it to be

in contact with me.


The smoke of my own breath,

Echoes, ripples, and buzz'd whispers,

love-root, silk-thread,

crotch and vine,


My respiration and inspiration,

the beating of my heart,

the passing of 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,

A few light kisses,

a few embraces,

a reaching around of arms,

The play of shine and

shade on the trees as

the supple boughs wag,

The delight alone or in the rush of

the streets, or along the fields

and hill-sides,

The feeling of health,

the full-noon trill,

the song of me rising from bed and

meeting the sun.


Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?

Have you reckon'd the earth much?

Have you practiced so

long to learn to read?

Have you felt so proud to

get at the meaning of poems?


Stop this day and night with me

and you shall possess the

origin of all poems,

You shall possess the good of

the earth and sun,

there are millions of suns left

You shall no longer take things

at second or third hand,

nor look through

the eyes of the dead,

nor feed on the spectres in books,

You shall not look through

my eyes either,

nor take things from me,

You shall listen to all sides

and filter them from yourself.


NCZ & NKZ



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