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The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
Gentlemen, to you the first honors always!Sun so generous it shall be you!The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work.10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.
Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.
Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.
Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting.Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index.Your milky stream pale strippings of my life!I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.