39 The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?
What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch suche frau pels løfte og bære at your ears till you understand them.It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.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.We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.Do I astonish more than they?The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking.I resign myself to you also-I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land.
Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes.A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!
Look to your arms!
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.