Will you speak before I am gone?
That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!
Eleves, I salute you!
Vivas to those who have fail'd!My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.Long I was hugg'd close-long and long.Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at minijuegos ruleta americana once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.
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Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.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.Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.