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44 Eleves I salute you, I see the approach of your numberless gangs .... I see you understand yourselves and me, And know that they who have eyes are divine, and the blind and lame are equally divine, And that my steps drag behind yours yet go before them, And are aware how I am with you no more than I am with everybody.

The friendly and flowing savage .... Who is he? Is he waiting for civilization or past it and mastering it?

Is he some southwesterner raised outdoors? Is he Canadian? Is he from the Mississippi country? or from Iowa, Oregon or California? or from the mountains? or prairie life or bush-life? or from the sea?

Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them and touch them and speak to them and stay with them.

Behaviour lawless as snow-flakes .... words simple as grass .... uncombed head and laughter and naivete; Slowstepping feet and the common features, and the common modes and emanations, They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers, They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath .... they fly out of the glance of his eyes.

Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask .... lie over, You light surfaces only .... I force the surfaces and the depths also.

Earth! you seem to look for something at my hands, Say old topknot! what do you want?

Man or woman! I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell the pinings I have .... the pulse of my nights and days.

Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, What I give I give out of myself.

You there, impotent, loose in the knees, open your scarfed chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied .... I compel .... I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing I have I bestow.