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30 If I worship any particular thing it shall be some of the spread of my body; Translucent mould of me it shall be you, Shaded ledges and rests, firm masculine coulter, it shall be you, Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you, You my rich blood, your milky stream pale strippings of my life; Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you, My brain it shall be your occult convolutions, Root of washed sweet-flag, timorous pond-snipe, nest of guarded duplicate eggs, it shall be you, Mixed tussled hay of head and beard and brawn it shall be you, Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you; Sun so generous it shall be you, Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you, You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you, Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you, Broad muscular fields, branches of liveoak, loving lounger in my winding paths, if shall be you, Hands I have taken, face I have kissed, mortal I have ever touched, it shall be you.

I dote on myself .... there is that lot of me, and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy.

I cannot tell how my ankles bend .... nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship I emit .... nor the cause of the friendship I take again.

To walk up my stoop is unaccountable .... I pause to consider if it really be, That I eat and drink is spectacle enough for the great authors and schools, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

To behold the daybreak! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.

Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols, silently rising, freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.

Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.

The earth by the sky staid with .... the daily close of their junction, The heaved challenge from the cast that moment over my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!

Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sunrise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sunrise out of me.