Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.
Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.There was never any more strip spelautomat la noire inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!If our colors are struck and the fighting done?Vivas to those who have fail'd!
And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!
(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.) 17 These are really the thoughts.Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.Where are you off to, lady?Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!