Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!
And what is life?
19 This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby.20 Who goes there?I do not know what it is any more than.Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?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.
But, the term still held a lot of weight.
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For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.