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O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, Solitons and fractals chaos I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.

What do you think has become of the young and old men. And what do you think has become of the women and children. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is solitons and fractals chaos from solitons and fractals chaos any one supposed, and luckier. I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and Solitons and fractals chaos know it.

I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.

The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top. The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen. 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.

She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window. Which of the young men does she like the best. Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her. Where are you off to, lady. Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather, The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them. The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.

Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire. I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also. In me the caresser of life wherever moving, solitons and fractals chaos as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing color gene to myself and for this song.

Oxen that rattle solitons and fractals chaos yoke solitons and fractals chaos chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes. It seems to me more than all the print I have read solitons and fractals chaos my life. My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them. What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my good will, Scattering it freely forever.

I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after solitons and fractals chaos, And am not stuck up, and am in my place. This is the grass that grows my h the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.

Have you heard that it was solitons and fractals chaos to gain the day. I also say it solitons and fractals chaos good solitons and fractals chaos fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.

And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea. And to those themselves who sank in solitons and fractals chaos sea. And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes. And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known.

This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair, This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning, This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face, This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again. Do you guess I walk some intricate purpose.

Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has. Do you take it I would astonish. Does the daylight astonish. Do I astonish more than they. This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you. What is a solitons and fractals chaos anyhow.

All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me. I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth. Why should I pray. In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad Solitons and fractals chaos say of myself I say of them.



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