Download De Gráficos Históricos Forex

Baixar Free Forex Data Download Etapa 1: Por favor, selecione ApplicationPlatform e TimeFrame. Nesta seção, você poderá selecionar para qual plataforma você precisará dos dados. MetaTrader 4 MetaTrader 5 Esta plataforma permite o uso de dados M1 (1 Minute Bar) apenas. Esses arquivos são adequados para estratégias de negociação de backtest em MetaTrader 4 e plataforma MetaTrader 5. Por favor, selecione: Esta plataforma permite o uso de dados M1 (1 Minute Bar) e Dados Tick com 1 segundo de resolução. Esses arquivos são adequados para estratégias de negociação de backtesting nas versões mais recentes da plataforma NinjaTrader. Por favor, selecione o cronograma de dados que você precisará: Esta plataforma permite o uso de dados de M1 (1 Minute Bar) apenas. Esses arquivos são adequados para estratégias de negociação de backtest em plataforma MetaStock. Por favor, selecione: Para uso genérico, este formato permite a importação de dados M1 (1 Minute Bar) em qualquer 3ª aplicação. Por favor, selecione: Se você estiver procurando por dados históricos de Forex gratuitos, você está no lugar certo Aqui, você poderá encontrar dados históricos de forex gratuitos prontos para serem importados para seu aplicativo favorito como MetaTrader, NinjaTrader, MetaStock ou qualquer outra plataforma de negociação. Como os dados são entregues no formato. CSV (valores separados por vírgula), você pode usá-lo em qualquer aplicativo que permita importar do CSV. Dados Históricos Forex Grátis Por que Free Como você, toneladas de comerciantes e desenvolvedores estão procurando dados para testar seus sistemas de negociação. Nós também somos desenvolvedores e comerciantes e, como precisamos também desta informação, por que não compartilhá-lo com você. Onde começar o Download Você pode baixar os Dados Históricos do Forex Grátis aqui: Baixe dados históricos Forex gratuitos que você precisa baixar de forma mais rápida Podemos permitir Você baixe os dados via FTP (File Transfer Protocol) ou SFTP (Secure File Transfer Protocol) de uma maneira mais conveniente. Descubra como aqui: Baixe por FTP Dados históricos gratuitos do Forex O acesso FTPSFTP, isso vai custar-lhe dinheiro Tenha em mente que você estava dando a chance de baixá-lo gratuitamente neste site aqui. Mas, se você precisar de velocidade para sua conveniência, você precisará nos ajudar a pagar os custos de tráfego (não estão vendendo os dados). Como você pode ativar o FTPSFTP e obter as credenciais da sua conta Você precisará nos enviar 27 USD para o seguinte e-mail da conta do PayPal: depois de receber o pagamento, bem, envie-lhe as credenciais da conta FTP e todos os detalhes de acesso FTP ao seu e-mail Que você pagou os 27 USD via PayPal. Não suportamos nenhum outro método de pagamento. The Data Reliable Desde os seus dados gratuitos, você não receberá de nós nenhum tipo de garantia ou certificação. Use os dados por sua própria vontade e risco. Mas, para dar uma mão sobre qualquer possível dor de cabeça, para cada arquivo que você baixar, você poderá obter seu status. O status do arquivo irá dizer-lhe: O GAP máximo encontrado em milisegundos Todas as lacunas (em segundos) que você poderá encontrar dentro dos arquivos. O intervalo de ticks médio em milissegundos (tenha em mente que algumas das lacunas podem ser devido ao Forex normal Períodos de pausa de negociação.) Estavam a medir todas as lacunas maiores que 1 minuto. É normal que você encontre lacunas em média de 90 segundos quando o mercado estiver com baixos volumes de negociação. Para quais pares atualmente temos dados históricos disponíveis para os seguintes pares Forex: EURUSD, EURCHF, EURGBP, EURJPY, EURAUD, USDCAD, USDCHF, USDJPY, USDMXN, GBPCHF, GBPJPY, GBPUSD, AUDJPY, AUDUSD, CHFJPY, NZDJPY, NZDUSD, XAUUSD EURCAD, AUDCAD, CADJPY, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRY, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, DADOS ÚLTIMOS, RÁPIDOS, Moedas Não, não apenas moedas. Acima de tudo, são pares de moedas forex, mas outros são futuros. Em nossos dados, você pode encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIÁRIO em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR Para quais TimeFrames Nós só podemos entregar-lhe o tempo ordenado Tick e M1 (1 minuto) de dados. Os dados que temos disponíveis são organizados por forex-paryearmonth. Quer saber mais sobre Por favor, demore algum tempo para verificar o nosso F. A.Q. Seção aqui: F. A.Q. (Perguntas freqüentes) Weve atualizou os arquivos de dados Forex grátis com as primeiras cotações de 2017 para janeiro. A última atualização inclui: Cotações de dados até 06 de janeiro de 2017 inclusive. Os 66 pares de divisas estão disponíveis para download: EUR 66, AUDJD, JPJPY, NZDJD, AUDAJ, AUDAJ, EURCAD, AUDCAD, AUDJAD, EURJD EUR EUR, EURHUF, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD, ETXEUR, CADCHF, EURDKK, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRU, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, EUROKD, USDZG, GBPAUD, GBPNZD, JPXJPY, UDXUSD, USDCZK, USDSEK, WTIUSD, XAUEUR, AUDNZD Para sua informação, nos nossos feeds de dados, você deve ser Capaz de encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe dados históricos Forex gratuitos Para ter mais detalhes sobre todo o nosso feed de dados, verifique essa URL: Arquivos de dados 8211 Especificação detalhada Tudo isso, grátis e fácil, sempre comercial feliz, HistData Weve atualizou os arquivos de dados Forex grátis com o Complete os dados de 2016. Com exceção dos formatos de dados do tick, você pode baixar um arquivo exclusivo com todos os dados de 2016, por par forex. Como sempre, o conjunto de dados tem 66 pares de divisas disponíveis para download: EURUSD, EURCHF, EURGBP, EURJPY, EURAUD, USDCAD, USDCHF, USDJPY, USDMXN, GBPCHF, GBPJPY, GBPUSD, AUDJPY, AUDUSD, CHFJPY, NZDJPY, NZDUSD, XAUUSD EURCAD, AUDCAD, CADJPY, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRY, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, USDXK, Em nossos feeds de dados, você pode encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe dados históricos Forex gratuitos Para ter mais detalhes sobre todo o nosso feed de dados, verifique essa URL: Arquivos de dados 8211 Especificação detalhada Tudo isso, grátis e fácil, sempre comercial feliz, HistData Weve atualizou os arquivos de dados Forex grátis com o As últimas cotações de dezembro de 2016 e esta atualização completa os dados de 2016. A última atualização inclui: Cotações de dados até 30 de dezembro de 2010 inclusive. We8217ll estará publicando esta semana as citações completas de 2016 para download mais fácil. Os 66 pares de divisas estão disponíveis para download: EUR 66, AUDJD, JPJPY, NZDJD, AUDAJ, AUDAJ, EURCAD, AUDCAD, AUDJAD, EURJD EUR EUR, EURHUF, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD, ETXEUR, CADCHF, EURDKK, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRU, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, EUROKD, USDZG, GBPAUD, GBPNZD, JPXJPY, UDXUSD, USDCZK, USDSEK, WTIUSD, XAUEUR, AUDNZD Para sua informação, nos nossos feeds de dados, você deve ser Capaz de encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe dados históricos Forex gratuitos Para ter mais detalhes sobre todo o nosso feed de dados, verifique essa URL: Arquivos de dados 8211 Especificação detalhada Tudo isso, grátis e fácil, sempre comercial feliz, HistData Weve atualizou os arquivos de dados Forex grátis com o Últimas cotações de dezembro de 2016. A última atualização inclui: Cotações de dados até 23 de dezembro de 2010 inclusive. Os 66 pares de divisas estão disponíveis para download: EUR 66, AUDJD, JPJPY, NZDJD, AUDAJ, AUDAJ, EURCAD, AUDCAD, AUDJAD, EURJD EUR EUR, EURHUF, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD, ETXEUR, CADCHF, EURDKK, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRU, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, EUROKD, USDZG, GBPAUD, GBPNZD, JPXJPY, UDXUSD, USDCZK, USDSEK, WTIUSD, XAUEUR, AUDNZD Para sua informação, nos nossos feeds de dados, você deve ser Capaz de encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe dados históricos Forex gratuitos Para ter mais detalhes sobre todo o nosso feed de dados, verifique essa URL: Arquivos de dados 8211 Especificação detalhada Tudo isso, grátis e fácil, sempre comercial feliz, HistData Weve atualizou os arquivos de dados Forex grátis com o As últimas cotações de dezembro de 2016. A última atualização inclui: Cotações de dados até 16 de dezembro de 2010 inclusive. Os 66 pares de divisas estão disponíveis para download: EUR 66, AUDJD, JPJPY, NZDJD, AUDAJ, AUDAJ, EURCAD, AUDCAD, AUDJAD, EURJD EUR EUR, EURHUF, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD, ETXEUR, CADCHF, EURDKK, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRU, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, EUROKD, USDZG, GBPAUD, GBPNZD, JPXJPY, UDXUSD, USDCZK, USDSEK, WTIUSD, XAUEUR, AUDNZD Para sua informação, nos nossos feeds de dados, você deve ser Capaz de encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe dados históricos Forex gratuitos Para ter mais detalhes sobre todo o nosso feed de dados, verifique essa URL: Arquivos de dados 8211 Especificação detalhada Tudo isso, grátis e fácil, sempre comercial feliz, HistData Weve atualizou os arquivos de dados Forex grátis com o Últimas cotações de dezembro de 2016. A última atualização inclui: Cotações de dados até 09 de dezembro de 2010 inclusive. Os 66 pares de divisas estão disponíveis para download: EUR 66, AUDJD, JPJPY, NZDJD, AUDAJ, AUDAJ, EURCAD, AUDCAD, AUDJAD, EURJD EUR EUR, EURHUF, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD, ETXEUR, CADCHF, EURDKK, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRU, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, EUROKD, USDZG, GBPAUD, GBPNZD, JPXJPY, UDXUSD, USDCZK, USDSEK, WTIUSD, XAUEUR, AUDNZD Para sua informação, nos nossos feeds de dados, você deve ser Capaz de encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe Dados Históricos Forex Grátis Para ter mais detalhes sobre todos os nossos dados, verifique esta URL: Arquivos de Dados 8211 Especificação Detalhada Tudo isso, Gratuito e Fácil, sempre Happy Trading, HistData Weve atualizou os Arquivos de Dados Forex Gratuitos para o Complete as citações de novembro de 2016. Além disso, we8217ve atualizou as cotações dos primeiros dias de dezembro de 2016. A última atualização inclui: Cotações de dados até 02 de dezembro de 2010 inclusive. Os 66 pares de divisas estão disponíveis para download: EUR 66, AUDJD, JPJPY, NZDJD, AUDAJ, AUDAJ, EURCAD, AUDCAD, AUDJAD, EURJD EUR EUR, EURHUF, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD, ETXEUR, CADCHF, EURDKK, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRU, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, EUROKD, USDZG, GBPAUD, GBPNZD, JPXJPY, UDXUSD, USDCZK, USDSEK, WTIUSD, XAUEUR, AUDNZD Para sua informação, nos nossos feeds de dados, você deve ser Capaz de encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe dados históricos Forex gratuitos Para ter mais detalhes sobre todo o nosso feed de dados, verifique essa URL: Arquivos de dados 8211 Especificação detalhada Tudo isso, grátis e fácil, sempre comercial feliz, HistData Weve atualizou os arquivos de dados Forex grátis com o Citações de novembro de 2016. A última atualização inclui: Cotações de dados até 25 de novembro de 2010 inclusive. Os 66 pares de divisas estão disponíveis para download: EUR 66, AUDJD, JPJPY, NZDJD, AUDAJ, AUDAJ, EURCAD, AUDCAD, AUDJAD, EURJD EUR EUR, EURHUF, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD, ETXEUR, CADCHF, EURDKK, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRU, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, EUROKD, USDZG, GBPAUD, GBPNZD, JPXJPY, UDXUSD, USDCZK, USDSEK, WTIUSD, XAUEUR, AUDNZD Para sua informação, nos nossos feeds de dados, você deve ser Capaz de encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe dados históricos Forex gratuitos Para ter mais detalhes sobre todo o nosso feed de dados, verifique essa URL: Arquivos de dados 8211 Especificação detalhada Tudo isso, grátis e fácil, sempre comercial feliz, HistData Weve atualizou os arquivos de dados Forex grátis com o Citações de novembro de 2016. A última atualização inclui: Cotações de dados até 18 de novembro de 2010 inclusive. Os 66 pares de divisas estão disponíveis para download: EUR 66, AUDJD, JPJPY, NZDJD, AUDAJ, AUDAJ, EURCAD, AUDCAD, AUDJAD, EURJD EUR EUR, EURHUF, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD, ETXEUR, CADCHF, EURDKK, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRU, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, EUROKD, USDZG, GBPAUD, GBPNZD, JPXJPY, UDXUSD, USDCZK, USDSEK, WTIUSD, XAUEUR, AUDNZD Para sua informação, nos nossos feeds de dados, você deve ser Capaz de encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe dados históricos Forex gratuitos Para ter mais detalhes sobre todo o nosso feed de dados, verifique essa URL: Arquivos de dados 8211 Especificação detalhada Tudo isso, grátis e fácil, sempre comercial feliz, HistData Weve atualizou os arquivos de dados Forex grátis com o Citações de novembro de 2016. A última atualização inclui: Cotações de dados até 11 de novembro de 2010 inclusive. Os 66 pares de divisas estão disponíveis para download: EUR 66, AUDJD, JPJPY, NZDJD, AUDAJ, AUDAJ, EURCAD, AUDCAD, AUDJAD, EURJD EUR EUR, EURHUF, FRXEUR, HKXHKD, NZDCHF, SPXUSD, USDHUF, USDPLN, USDZAR, XAUCHF, ZARJPY, BCOUSD, ETXEUR, CADCHF, EURDKK, EURNZD, GRXEUR, NZDCAD, SGDJPY, USDHKD, USDNOK, USDTRU, XAUAUD, AUDCHF, AUXAUD, EURHUF, EURPLN, EUROKD, USDZG, GBPAUD, GBPNZD, JPXJPY, UDXUSD, USDCZK, USDSEK, WTIUSD, XAUEUR, AUDNZD Para sua informação, nos nossos feeds de dados, você deve ser Capaz de encontrar alguns feeds de dados de futuros. Aqui alguns exemplos: SPXUSD SampP 500 em USD JPXJPY NIKKEI 225 em JPY NSXUSD NASDAQ 100 em USD FRXEUR FRANCÊS CAC 40 em EUR UDXUSD US DOLLAR INDEX em USD UKXGBP FTSE 100 em GBP GRXEUR DAX 30 em EUR AUXAUD ASX 200 em AUD HKXHKD HAN SENG em HKD ETXEUR EUROSTOXX 50 em EUR WTIUSD WEST TEXAS INTERMEDIATE em USD BCOUSD BRENT CRUDE OIL em USD Para todos os formatos de dados csv incluindo ASCII genérico, MetaTrader, Ninja Trader e MetaStock Para ambos os cronogramas como 1 Minuto e Dados de Carimbo Para iniciar o download gratuito, siga A seguinte URL: Baixe Dados Históricos do Forex Para ter mais detalhes sobre todo o nosso feed de dados, verifique esta URL: Arquivos de Dados 8211 Especificação Detalhada Tudo isso, Gratuito e Fácil, sempre Feliz Trading, HistDataSubmit o formulário para que possamos notificá-lo sobre mudanças E melhorias em nosso serviço de dados. Nós garantimos 100 privacidade. Suas informações não serão compartilhadas. Política de privacidade O Forex Tester permite importar um número ilimitado de pares de moedas e anos de histórico em quase todos os formatos de texto possíveis (ASCII. csv,.txt) e no formato de histórico MetaTrader4 (.hst). Recomendamos fortemente a importação de dados de 1 minuto para testes precisos (é possível importar quadros de tempo mais altos, mas os resultados do teste podem não ser tão bons). Nota: Para aumentar a qualidade do teste, recomendamos o uso de M1 ou mesmo dados de marca, ou seja, você dará quase 100 qualidade de teste. Você pode baixar os dados específicos do corretor do nosso Serviço de Dados. Aqui você pode baixar dados de histórico grátis para os pares de moedas mais comuns (fonte: Forexite. Ltd): Preço: Tempo de lance: GMT (sem horário de verão) Qualidade: uma das melhores fontes gratuitas

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Home 187 Artigos 187 Folha de dados das opções de ações dos empregados Tradicionalmente, os planos de opções de ações foram utilizados como uma forma de as empresas recompensarem a alta administração e os principais funcionários e vincular seus interesses com os da companhia e outros acionistas. Mais e mais empresas, no entanto, agora consideram todos os seus funcionários como principais. Desde o final da década de 1980, o número de pessoas que possuem opções de ações aumentou cerca de nove vezes. Embora as opções sejam a forma mais proeminente de compensação de capital individual, estoque restrito, ações fantasmas e direitos de valorização de ações cresceram em popularidade e também valem a pena considerar. As opções de base ampla continuam a ser a norma em empresas de alta tecnologia e se tornaram mais amplamente utilizadas em outras indústrias também. Empresas maiores, de capital aberto, como a Starbucks, a Southwest Airlines e a Cisco, agora oferecem opções de estoque para a maioria ou para todos os seus funcionários. Muitas empresas de alta tecnologia e de alta tecnologia também se juntam às fileiras. A partir de 2014, a Pesquisa Social Geral estimou que 7,2 empregados possuíam opções de ações, mais provavelmente várias centenas de mil funcionários que possuem outras formas de equidade individual. Isso foi baixo em seu pico em 2001, no entanto, quando o número era cerca de 30 maiores. O declínio ocorreu em grande parte devido a mudanças nas regras contábeis e ao aumento da pressão dos acionistas para reduzir a diluição dos prêmios patrimoniais em empresas públicas. O que é uma opção de compra de ações Uma opção de compra de ações dá a um empregado o direito de comprar um certo número de ações na empresa a um preço fixo por um certo número de anos. O preço ao qual a opção é fornecida é chamado de preço da subvenção e geralmente é o preço de mercado no momento em que as opções são concedidas. Os empregados que receberam opções de compra de ações esperam que o preço da ação suba e que eles possam efetuar o exercício (comprando) o estoque no menor preço de subsídio e depois vender a ação ao preço de mercado atual. Existem dois principais tipos de opções de opções de ações, cada uma com regras únicas e conseqüências fiscais: opções de ações não qualificadas e opções de ações de incentivo (ISOs). Os planos de opções de ações podem ser uma maneira flexível para as empresas compartilhar a propriedade com os funcionários, recompensá-los pelo desempenho e atrair e reter uma equipe motivada. Para as pequenas empresas orientadas para o crescimento, as opções são uma ótima maneira de preservar o dinheiro e, ao mesmo tempo, dar aos funcionários um crescimento futuro. Eles também fazem sentido para as empresas públicas cujos planos de benefícios estão bem estabelecidos, mas que desejam incluir os empregados na propriedade. O efeito dilutivo das opções, mesmo quando concedido à maioria dos empregados, geralmente é muito pequeno e pode ser compensado por sua potencial produtividade e benefícios de retenção de funcionários. As opções não são, no entanto, um mecanismo para que os proprietários existentes vendam ações e geralmente são inadequadas para as empresas cujo crescimento futuro é incerto. Eles também podem ser menos atraentes em pequenas e estreitas empresas que não querem abrir-se ou serem vendidas porque podem achar difícil criar um mercado para as ações. Opções de ações e propriedade do empregado A propriedade das opções A resposta depende de quem você pergunta. Os defensores sentem que as opções são verdadeiras, porque os funcionários não as recebem de graça, mas precisam colocar seu próprio dinheiro para comprar ações. Outros, no entanto, acreditam que, como os planos das opções permitem que os empregados vendam suas ações um curto período após a concessão, essas opções não criam visão e atitudes de propriedade a longo prazo. O impacto final de qualquer plano de propriedade dos empregados, incluindo um plano de opção de compra de ações, depende muito da empresa e de seus objetivos para o plano, seu compromisso de criar uma cultura de propriedade, a quantidade de treinamento e educação que ele coloca para explicar o plano, E os objetivos dos funcionários individuais (quer eles desejem dinheiro mais cedo do que mais tarde). Em empresas que demonstram um verdadeiro compromisso com a criação de uma cultura de propriedade, as opções de estoque podem ser um motivador significativo. Empresas como a Starbucks, a Cisco e muitas outras estão preparando o caminho, mostrando o quão eficaz um plano de opção de estoque pode ser quando combinado com um verdadeiro compromisso de tratar funcionários como donos. Considerações práticas Em geral, ao projetar um programa de opção, as empresas precisam considerar com atenção a quantidade de estoque que eles estão dispostos a disponibilizar, quem receberá opções e a quantidade de emprego crescerá para que o número certo de ações seja concedido a cada ano. Um erro comum é conceder muitas opções muito cedo, não deixando espaço para opções adicionais para futuros funcionários. Uma das considerações mais importantes para o projeto do plano é o objetivo: o plano tem como objetivo oferecer a todos os empregados na empresa ou apenas fornecer um benefício para alguns funcionários importantes. A empresa deseja promover a propriedade de longo prazo ou é uma Benefício único O plano pretende ser uma forma de criar a propriedade dos funcionários ou simplesmente uma maneira de criar um benefício adicional para os funcionários. As respostas a essas questões serão cruciais na definição de características específicas do plano, como elegibilidade, alocação, aquisição, avaliação, períodos de detenção E preço das ações. Publicamos The Stock Options Book, um guia altamente detalhado sobre opções de ações e planos de compra de ações. Mantenha-se informado Opções de Financiamento: ações preferenciais hoje em MBA Mondays Startup Financing Options series. Vamos falar sobre a opção de financiamento que me especializo em ações preferenciais de 8211. Quase todas as empresas de capital de risco e muitos investidores de anjo e semente exigirão a empresa em que estão investindo para emitir ações preferenciais. A grande maioria dos capitais próprios investidos em startups são securitizados com ações preferenciais. Então, se você é um empreendedor, faz sentido entender ações preferenciais e o que isso significa para você e sua empresa. O estoque preferencial é uma classe de estoque que fornece certos direitos, privilégios e preferências aos investidores. Comparado ao estoque comum, que normalmente é detido pelos fundadores, é uma segurança superior. O estoque preferido tira o seu nome de uma característica crítica das ações preferenciais denominada preferência de liquidação. A preferência de liquidação significa que, em uma venda (ou liquidação) da empresa, os detentores de ações preferenciais terão a opção de tirar o seu custo ou compartilhar o produto com os fundadores como detentores de ações ordinárias. O que isso significa é que se o valor da venda da empresa estiver abaixo da avaliação, os investidores preferenciais serão pagos, então eles receberão seu dinheiro de volta. Se a venda é para mais do que a avaliação, os investidores preferenciais pagaram, então eles obterão a porcentagem da empresa que possuem. Eu não vou entrar em todas as razões para isso, como já fiz várias vezes neste blog. Basta dizer que este é um termo importante para os investidores, incluindo eu. Existem variações da preferência de liquidação que dão ao recurso um nome ruim. Os investidores às vezes pedem uma múltipla de seu investimento como uma preferência. Ou os investidores pedirem suas preferências mais o interesse comum (chamado preferencial de participação). Nossa empresa não é um fã dessas preferidas, mas, às vezes, as conseguimos, especialmente as preferidas, quando nos juntamos a um sindicato onde essa segurança já existe. Uma coisa para saber sobre os termos em torno da preferência de liquidação é o que você concorda com um conjunto de investidores, que será o que todos os futuros investidores vão querer, porque não querem outros investidores na tabela do limite com uma posição preferida para eles. Há uma série de direitos e privilégios importantes que os investidores garantem através de uma compra de ações preferenciais, incluindo um direito a um assento do conselho, direitos de informação, um direito de participar de rodadas futuras para proteger sua porcentagem de propriedade (chamado direito pró-rata) Um direito de compra de ações ordinárias que possam vir ao mercado (chamado de direito de preferência), o direito de participar junto com qualquer ação comum que possa ser vendida (denominada direito de co-venda) e um ajuste no preço de compra Para refletir as vendas de ações a preços mais baixos (chamado direito anti-diluição). Eu não vou explicar tudo isso em detalhes porque Brad Feld e Jason Mendelson fizeram uma excelente série de postagens em todas essas disposições que eu recomendo altamente. Como muitas coisas na vida, existem muitas variações das transações de ações preferenciais, do relativamente benigno ao ridiculamente doloroso. Cheguei à conclusão de que os VCs deveriam se especializar nos relativamente benignos porque os empresários têm longas memórias e os VCs que se especializam na ridiculamente dolorosa não começarão a trabalhar com os melhores empresários e as melhores ofertas ao longo do tempo. Houve uma série de tentativas para especificar o que um quotstandard preferred stock dealquot deve ser semelhante. Existe o conjunto padrão de padrões e documentos NVCA. Fenwick e Gunderson têm um conjunto de termos e documentos padrão. Eu acredito que Cooley também tem um conjunto. Acabei de revisar o conjunto da Lowenstein que parece muito bom. Se as ações preferenciais que seus investidores querem comprar se assemelham a esses conjuntos de estoque de ações preferenciais, então você provavelmente está trabalhando com um investidor que está tentando ser razoável e justo. Como o homem sábio do AVC, JLM gosta de dizer, a vida que você não obtém o que você merece, você obtém o que você negocia. Quando você se prepara para vender ações preferenciais para os investidores, torne-se um ponto para se familiarizar com todos os termos importantes, O que eles significam (tanto para você quanto para a sua empresa), e como é um negócio amigável. E então, pegue um deles para você e sua empresa. Isso ajuda a ter alguma alavancagem e alavancagem em financiamentos significa múltiplos investidores na mesa. Então, quando você está lidando com investidores sofisticados, certifique-se de ter opções e certifique-se de entender as questões-chave e não se encontrar com um acordo ruim. O estoque de ações preferenciais não deve ser um mau negócio para os empreendedores. Pode ser um winwin para ambos os lados. Mas você tem que trabalhar nesta parte do seu negócio exatamente como você faz nas outras partes.

Realne Zarobki Na Forexie

Po ostatnim wykadzie na ASBIRO wiele osb zaczo wypytywa mnie o inwestycje na rynkach akcji. Ostatecznie dla 90 inwestorw jest para podstawowa grupa aktyww. Najlepsze moim zdaniem pytanie dotyczyo inwestycji na rynkach rozwijajcych si w konsekwencji masowego dodruku. Poruszono zarwno kwesti oficjalnego zwikszania poday waluty przeprowadzanego przez banki centralne jak i innych sztuczek umoliwiajcych niszczenie waluty, chociaby poprzez Exchange Stabilization Fund. Jeeli mowa o rynkach akcji para praktycznie od pocztku istnienia bloga podkrelaem, i poza maymi wyjtkami ryzyko jest zbyt devido w stosunku do potencjalnych zyskw. Poza USA si to w zasadzie potwierdzio. Na wikszoci rynkw rozwinitych ceny akcji praktycznie stay w miejscu. W krajach rozwijajcych e dowiadczylimy natomiast powanych spadkw. Wzrosty przyniosy tylko akcje w EUA. Co wane, o ile w przeszoci ceny akcji na rynkach rozwijajcych si i rozwinitych poruszay si w tych samych kierunkach, o tyle od 5 lat nie ma praktycznie midzy nimi korelacji. Na fali ostatnich 5 lat spadkw ceny akcji w wielu krajach rozwijajcych si stay y atrakcyjne. Tania jest Rosja, Brazylia, Turcja. Gieda w Polsce toma jest relatywnie tania, podobnie jak chiska. Czy skoro wyceny w kilku krajach s duo nisze ni w UK czy EUA para czy ceny akcji powinny od razu zacz rosn Absolutnie nie. Zachowania inwestorw s nieracjonalne i szukanie tu jakiego klucza jest pozbawione sensu. Rosja jest tania, gdy inwestorzy postrzegaj j jako skrajnie nieprzewidywaln. Brazylia z kolei boryka si z bardzo powan recesj. W przypadku Turcji niskie ceny wynikaj z bliskoci strefy wojny (Síria). Inwestorzy oczekuj take odwetu Rosji w zwizku z zestrzeleniem bombowca kilka miesicy temu. Bez ww zagroe ceny akcji byyby na duo, duo wyszych poziomach. Prawda jest jednak taka, e w ruchach kapitau zmieniajcych ceny akcji prno szuka logiki. Gieda w Chinach w porwnaniu do innych rynkw bya tania ju w 2013 roku. Mimo para inwestorzy pojawili si dopiero w poowie 2014, w krtkim czasie podnoszc wyceny o 50. Pniejsze uformowanie e baki oraz jej pknicie byo natologast efektem ulicy. Dzi ceny znajduj si 42 poniej szczytw i akcje powoli staj si atrakcyjne. Czy zatem warto ulokowa cz kapitau w akcjach rynkw wschodzcych Nie ma na para jednoznacznej odpowiedzi. Okrelibym para inaczej. Jeeli mamy kupowa akcje gdziekolwiek, para powinny by to raczej rynki wschodzce. Wynika do z kilku czynnikw: Ceny akcji pod wzgldem takich wspczynnikw jak cena zysk, CAPE, cena warto ksigowa oraz wiele innych s na duo niszych poziomach w krajach rozwijajcych si ni w EUA, Australii czy Europie Zachodniej. W grudniu, w momencie pierwszej podwyki stp procentowych w EUA dolar osign swoje szczyty (13 - letnie maksimum) i w mojej ocenie jego warto bdzie dalej spada. Ma para zreszt potwierdzenie historyczne. W przeszoci dolar osiga najwysze wartoci wanie w momencie pierwszej podwyki. Kolejnych podwyek zreszt si nie spodziewam. Uwaam, e pode krach finansowy jest FED na rk, gdy bd mogli z czystym sumieniem obniy stopy procentowe i uruchomi oficjalnie kolejn rund dodruku. Taniejcy dolar to z kolei rosnce ceny surowcw oraz wysze ceny akcji w krajach surowcowych (Rosja, Brazylia). Skumulowane zaduenie (na poziomie osobistym, korporacyjnym oraz rzdowym) w krajach rozwinitych osigno poziomy nasycenia. Gospodarka nie jest si w stanie duej rozwija. Zostaje zatem redukcja dugu. Doppyyyy mamy dwa sposoby: - ​​odpisy dugw i szok deflacyjny - politycy unikaj tego jak ognia, bankierzy zreszt podobnie, bo ciko jest kontrolowa cay proces - dodruk i niszczenie waluty - metoda od zawsze preferowana, gdy nie rozumie jej 95 populacji. Konsekwencje redukcji zaduenia s tym wiksze, im wiksza jest skala zaduenia. W krajach rozwinitych cavou cakowity jest na poziomie 280 w relacji do PKB. Dla porwnania w krajach rozwijajcych si nie przekracza obecnie 170. Co bardzo wane, dzisiejsze rynki kapitaowe jak nigdy wczeniej uzalenione s od dodruku. Zwikszenie jego skali podnosi poziom optymizmu wrd inwestorw, ktrzy chtnie wracaj na rynki kapitaowe. Przy ogromnej dysproporcji w wycenach pomidzy EM i DM, kapita z duym prawdopodobiestwem popynie wanie na rynki wschodzce. Przez ostatnie 28 lat i 4 pene cykle akcji (hossa - bessa) kapita pyn na rynki wschodzce, de nastpnie przenie si do EUA. Efekt by taki, e w jednym cyklu ceny akcji rosy i osigay poziom baki spekulacyjnej po to, aby przez kolejne 10 lat sta w miejscu. Rdo: opracowanie wasne. W trakcie ostatniego cyklu trwajcego 8 lat, um zakoczonego w grudniu 2015 roku ceny akcji w EUA wzrosy o 60 podczas, gdy EM zaliczyy spadek o 19. Poprzednim razem z podobn sytuacj mielimy do czynienia 18 lat temu, po czym ceny akcji w krajach rozwijajcych si Wzrosy o 400. Czy tym razem bdzie podobnie Moliwe, aczkolwiek gwnym czynnikiem determinujcym ruch na rynkach akcji bdzie dodruk, uma nie czynniki fundamentalne. Gieda w USA wyznacza trendy W inwestowaniu najwaniejsze jest zrozumienie pewnych zalenoci. Mianowicie gieda w NY odpowiadajca za prawie poow kapitalizacji wszystkich gied determinuje trendy spadkowe. Gdy ceny akcji w USA rosn, reszta wiata moe porusza e w rnych kierunkach. Jeeli jednak w EUA dochodzi do spadkw, para tomar przekadaj si one na pozostae rynki, m. in mercados emergentes i wyceny tu nie maj specjalnego znaczenia. Kapita po prostu ucieka z rynkw akcji i dzieje si tak na caym wiecie, co doskonale przedstawia tabela poniej. Na przestrzeni ostatnich 27 lat ani razu nie zanotowalimy przypadku, w ktrym gieda w EUA zanotowaaby spadki przy jednoczesnych wzrostach w krajach rozwijajcych si. Nie specjalnie chce mi si wierzy aby tym razem miao si to zmieni. Innymi sowy, jeeli w EUA dojdzie do spadkw, um gieda ta jest piekielnie droga, para spadki przeo e tomar na tanie rynki rozwijajce si. Piszc o rynkach rozwijajcych si i ich potencjale od razu musz zaznaczy, e nie jest to jeden monolityczny rynek. Z jednej strony mamy tanie kraje, o ktrych pisaem wczeniej. Z drugiej strony mamy drogie Filipiny, Indonezj czy Meksyk. Kapita toma nie pynie rwnomiernie, co doskonale wida po wynikach poniej. Od pocztku roku ceny akcji w krajach rozwijajcych si wzrosy po urednieniu o 5. W tym samym czasie ceny akcji w Rosji wzrosy o 18, a w Brazylii a o 34. Gieda chiska natomiast zanotowaa 6 spadek. Moje nastawienie do rynkw akcji jako caoci si nie zmienia. Najwiksze rynki akcji od roku praktycznie stoj w miejscu. Rekordowe wyceny osignlimy w maju 2015 i od tego czasu nie wida znaczcych ruchw. Gdyby histori potraktowa jako wyznacznik przyszoci, para ze wzgldu na wyceny akcji, dugoci hossy, dívida de margem oraz wiele innych czynnikw, ju dawno powinnimy dowiadczy powanych spadkw. Problema jest jednak taki, e banki centralne na caym wiecie robi co mog, aby wysokimi cenami akcji utrzyma mit wzrostu gospodarczego. Banki centralne na zmian zwikszaj poda walut. Czasami robi para oficjalnie, czasami wykorzystuj unowy swapowe. Stopy procentowe s od kilku lat na zerowych poziomach, w niektrych przypadkach negatywnych. Co gorsza banki centralne zaczy bawi si w fundusze hedgingowe skupujc akcje oraz fundusze nieruchomoci. W takim otoczeniu ich sia oddziaywania na rynek jest ogromna. 23 czerwca Brytyjczycy zagosowali za porzuceniem Unii Europejskiej, a na rynki finansowe zawitaa ogromna niepewno I strach. W takim otoczeniu FED moe ponownie ratowa rynki, obniajc stopy procentowe i uruchamiajc kolejn rund dodruku. Wszystkiemu oczywicie bdzie winna Wielka Brytania. FED znowu uratuje wiat. Takim ruchem do atwo bdzie kupi czas, uma rosnca inflacja zredukuje wyceny z poziomu baki spekulacyjnej do poziomu drogich akcji, jednoczenie nie naraajc si na krach, ktry nie zawsze daje si kontrolowa. Osabiajcy si dolar oraz dodruk z bardzo duym prawdopodobiestwem przeoy e na wzrosty szczeglnie na tanich rynkach rozwijajcych si, a szkoda byoby przegapi tak okazj. Nie jest to jednak okazja dla osb, ktre nie maj duego dowiadczenia i dla ktrych tymczasowe spadki rzdu 30 s czym przeraajcym. Kolejna dekada na rynkach rozwijajcych si powinna przynie bardzo przyzwoite zyski. Nie zmienia to jednak faktu, e ogromna zmienno pozbawi kapitau osoby o sabszych nerwach. Xxx quotPacili kilka dolarw skadki emerytalnej miesicznie. quot Kamiesz. W PRL nie byo wypat w dolarach. Nie mogli wic wycenia swoich pensji od ktrych odprowadzali skadki w dolarze. Nigdy te nie pobierano skadek w dolarach. Quot kocu pewnie kady zna pewnie kogo, kto adnego powanego majtku nie ma, chocia zarabia np. Po kilkanacie tysicy z miesicznie, bo prawie wszystko quotprzepuszczaquot. Eu wmyl takiego liczenia wyjdzie, e taki kto naley do quotbiedotyquot. quot Naprawd nie starcza do pierwszego. Ale kawior trzeba je kiedy jest. Bo kiedy vai nie ma nie sposb. QuotNie - za t kwot nie mona byo. Pastwo dopacao do ywnoci, faça o wakacji, faça o melhor possível. O melhor do mundo é o que é o melhor, o que é o melhor para o mundo. Czyli znowu bredzisz. Arcadio Podstawowym dobrem jakiego ludzie potrzebuj, i w jakim wycenia e bogactwo jest uzbrojenie. Bez uzbrojenia s przymuszeni tyra darmo, bra kredyty i emigrowa. A pki s uzbrojeni i trzymaj setki tysicy ludzi pod broni tak si nie dzieje. Para uzbrojenie, eu entendi jego uycia nawet bez pretekstu wyznacza bogactwo. Najbiedniejsi s Ci co maj kopalnie, um najbogatsi co ich tam pilnuj por za darmo tyrali. Awantura z Chiczykami nie jest o to maj duo waluty, tylko to e zaczli robi stref niedostpn dla jankeskich lotniskowcw - dla bogactwa EUA. Bo to jest zamono - mono nie oddania paszcza. Place Przytomnie. A ja niebawem napisz u siebie gdzie przyjmuj na CNC i jeszcze pac jakie 4k PLNmsc za to e si chodzi. Eu tomo cae dwa lata :) Bo t se niektrzy na 500 bulwersuj e niewolnikw nikt im nie chce rodzi za 2200. Pio80tr quotA po co bya potrzebna ta quotzota dekadaquot i manewry gospodarcze Tego ju nie wiem za mody jestem ale czyby chodzio o utrzymanie koryta i Niepokoje spoecznequot Zbrojenia. Ukad Warszawski mia w planie w 1980 roku (uma wszyo realnie w 03982) zaatakowa OTAN. W 1982 roku osignito przewag technologiczn, jakociow i ilociow nad NATO wraz ze zdolnoci pokonania sojuszu zarwno w wojnie konwecjonalnej jak i w afterparty po armagedonie. Tylko e w 1980 roku zarnito te gospodark caego sojuza na potrzeby tych zbroje, wic ju nie byo komu i o co walczy, pozostao walczy o chleb i miso, ktre byo przeznaczone dla ludzi zmobilizowanych i oderwanych od pracy. Wojny kosztuj, szczeglnie te ktrych si nie zacznie. Niemcy dobrze przegrali 2WW, Soviety le przelicytoway ColdWar. Na szczcie przytomni ludzie w sojuzie zdyli uratowa sobie koryto. Przeszli jako przez reset i utrzymali wadz, majtnoci. Tylko troch ludnoci zbiego. Zbrojenia zawsze przynosz dobrobyt. Tylko zamkniciem inwestycji jest wygrana wojna, no choby jaki korzystny ukad pokojowy w takiej nie do wygranej. Albo w miar korzystny w przegranej (Niemcy). Ale uzbroi si i nie pj na frente koczy si tak jak u nas - ograbili nas. Tofu de plástico TBTFail quotTrafia na rynek czsto pop sieczka std ksika ta ktra ma niemal 40 lat moe wydawa si nowoci i czym odkrywczym. Czyta si to ciekawie, google dotyka to naszych receptorw nieczuych do tej pory na histori, czy ekonomi. Ale poza doznaniami szokowymi, ktre nie przecz, e s nam czasem potrzebne, gdy adna historia nie wyglda jak w ksikach do historii z podstawwki. Jest to skrzywione spojrzenie zalene od autora (frakcji rzdzcej). Dlementgo zanim signiemy po literatur wiatow proponuj przygotowa swj mzg oraz receptory do odbioru zdeformowanej (czsto celowo) rzeczywistoci. Na przykad proponuj: quotTotalna wojna informacyjna XX wieku a II RPquot. J. Kacheckiego. Legalna wersja elektroniczna tej jak i wielu innych ksiek z zakresu cybernetyki: autonom. edu. plpublikacje. php Czy szybciej tym lepiej, kacie te ksiki przeczyta waszym dzieciom i modziey. Cytaty: quotBardzo czsto manipulacja polega na tym, e ludzi inspiruje si do dziaania w sposb ukryty, tak, aby wyobraali sobie, e dziaaj samodzielnie i niezaleniequot quot (.) Planowe oddziaywanie na psychik ludzi za pomoc rozpowszechnianych w skali masowej bodcw o charakterze informacyjnym, Zmierzajce do uksztatowania u nich odpowiednich norma spoecznych lub spowodowania odpowiednich dziaa. quot Jak ju rozmawiamy o statystykach PKB, Gini, HDI itd itp. Byo ju par artykuw na ten temat. Zamiast liczy PKB albo inne do ograniczone wskaniki powinno si podej do pastwa jak do przedsibiorstwa i policzy ile znajduje e w bilansie (np. Wskanik aktywa netto - wykwalifikowana ludno, fabryki, drogi, instalacje, armia, fundusz rezerwy z bogactw naturalnych, cavado). I ile w przepywach pieninych (wpywy podatkowe, obsuga dugu itd itp). O i pomys na stron nawet jest do dobry, cho znajc ycie ju istnieje. Mieszkam w kraju, w ktrym wg. Jednej z organizacji yje si najlepiej na globie. Najwyraniej osoba robica t statystyk nie miaa nigdy stycznoci z tutejsz sub zdrowia, ani nie prbowaa szuka mieszkania na wynajem lub kupi bardziej specjalistyczne narzdzia. PS. Podawanie wyrywkowych danych denominowanych w dolarach mija si z celem. Tofu de plástico, Te nasze kanay informacyjne s teraz skutecznie blokowane przez tzw media korporacyjne, ktrych udzia w mediach wiatowych stanowi ponad 95 procent. Ksika jest wzgldnie nowa, gdy obejmuje jeszcze czasy dabliu Buscha. Na 900 stronach autor nie mg unikn niedokadnoci tym bardziej, e sistema de controle de dados e manipulações. Wiele informacji szokuje. Np ta, e CIA zatrudnia w najwyszej tajnoci wielu znaczcych naukowcw, publicystw lub filozofw do pisania quotdziequot pod jej dyktando, w interesie wadzy i 1 procenta. Takich dzie s podobno tysice. Mona wic wtpi, czy ksiki Chomskiego, Barbera lub Stiglitza s ich niezalen opini, czy s kupione. Niespotykana w dziejach potga tego mocarstwa opiera si na podboju, czystkach etnicznych, wojnach, i zbrodniach ludobjstwa. Co stao si z milionami Indian, niewolnikw lub ludnoci krajw podbitych Meksyku, Filipin lub Iraku Wiele metod eksterminacji skutecznie przejli europejscy dyktatorzy. Dzi podaj, e zgino tam 250 ludzi. Você não é o melhor ranking de krajw, faça ciekawy: goodcountry. orgindexoverall-rankings sholler Po dzisiejszych informacjach Au znowu do gry. Zamierzam jeszcze troch dokupi za USD. Jaka jest wasza opinia Mylicie, e dojdzie do korekty w cigu kilku tygodni jak sytuacja z Brexitem si uspokoi czy lepiej na to nie liczy. Ja po takich wzrostach nigdy nie dokupuje. Zoto na RSI jest na poziomie 70. Srebro powyej 80. Pozycja net comerciais curtos zaskakujco dua ale para moe por efekt napywu kapitau co funduszy bazujcych na kontraktach dla ktrych comerciais stanowi przeciwwag. Gdybym dzi musia wyda obteve a kupibym platyn ale nie w formie fizycznej tylko ETF zabezpieczony metalem. Kfas bankier. plwiadomoscBrytyjski-fundusz-zawiesza-wyplaty-Inwestorzy-odcieci-od-pieniedzy-7429959.html Czyby to pocztek finansowego Armagedonu Trader, mgby to skomentowa Nie wiem czy to pocztek ale jest to niewtpliwie przykad do jakiego stopnia mog posun si zarzdzajcy funduszami Gdy pali im si grunt pod nogami. W dzie Brexitu notowania deweloperw w UK spady o 30-50. Baka na nieruchomociach wanie pka. Para samo mog zrobi zbankrutowane rzdy gdy ktry bank upadnie. Zablokuj Ci wypaty. Pienidzy nie stracisz, nadal bd twoje. Po prostu przez jaki, bliej nie okrelony okres nie bdziesz mia do nich dostpu. Saper Trader, piszesz, e twoim zdaniem dolar bdzie teraz tania i oglnie zgodz si z twoj tez. Z drugiej strony jednak w sytuacji niepewnoci na rynku zoto w ujciu dolarowym pewnie pjdzie w gy, a czy jeste moe w stanie okreli jak krtkoterminowo zachowa si XAUPLN Obecnie za 1oz w Polsce trzeba zapaci 5600z i zastanawiam si czy jest to dobry momento na wejcie Z perspektywy Dugoterminowej oraz potencjau dzisiejsza cena w PLN jest niska. Patrzc jednak technicznie, krtkoterminowo, dzi nie kupowabym zota. Buktor79 W temacie platyny napisz zaraz krtki artyku. Trader, wspominasz o Simon Property Group jako o wietnej okazji na szortowanie. Cho ma on wysok kapitalizacj, a 99 procent akcji naley do instytucji i funduszy inwestycyjnych. (Finance. yahooqmhsSPGMajorHolders) Czy uwaasz e, jego cena moe por tak quotnapompowanaquot wanie przez to Czy instytucje te maj szanse quotzablokowaquot wiksze spadki z uwagi na stosunkowo pytki rynek detaliczny akcji, eby mc np. Doczeka dodruku Instytucje kupuj akcje SPG za pienidze swoich klientw. Gdy klienci zaczn wycofywa rodki fundusze nie bd miay wyjcia i zaczn wyprzedawa aktywa. Duo wikszym zagroeniem dla mnie jest obnika stp w EUA oraz QE4, ktre chwilowo przywrcioby wiar w rynki oraz odwlekyby w czasie spadki. Biorc pod uwag realn inflacj w EUA na poziomie 8 trzymanie pozycji short mogoby si okaza bardzo kosztowne. Poniewa ostatnio gona staa si propozycja zmian w systemie emerytalnym, para cz dyskusji w tym wtku (o cyklach na rynkach akcji) odniosa si do wspomnianych propozycji. Jasne, e komentujcy maj odmienne zdanie na ten temat, ale niektre uwagi wydaj si zaskakujce. Odnios si tylko do niektrych kwestii, ktre (moim zdaniem) tego wymagaj. Arcadio (2016-07-05 10:53) napisa: quotTo nie OFE byy przekrtem tylko kradzie rodkw stamtd przez Tuska. Um final de piramide para nazwabym raczej ZUS. Quot. Zarwno ZUS jak i OFE operuj wirtualnymi kapitaami (przypisanymi do kont), wic w samej idei rnic nie ma. Rnice dotycz wysokoci kosztw obsugi oraz sposobw quotpomnaania kapitauquot. W tej pierwszej kwestii rnica jest taka, e koszty ZUS para okoo 1, um koszty OFE s kilkukrotnie wiksze. Odnonie quotpomnaaniaquot to ZUS rewaloryzuje warto zgromadzonych rodkw gwnie poprzez uwzgldnienie oficjalnej inflacji (i w pewnej czci rwnie poprzez uwzgldnienie wzrostu wynagrodze). Natomiast OFE zdaway si na zmiany wartoci przypisanych do kapitau akcji, um wczeniej rwnie obligacji. Co jest lepsze Raczej trudno powiedzie, bo okresowo moe para rnie wyglda. Niewtpliwie jednak dysonansem bya i jest wysoko kosztw obsugi, um ostatnio brak przymusu quotosigania procentowego zyskuquot przez fundusz w relacji do pozostaych funduszw OFE. Poza wymienionymi rnicami to dla przymusowego uczestnika systemu, reszta wyglda podobnie. Nie widz powodw do mitologizacji OFE jako tego, ktry w szczeglny sposb disponuje kapitaem - rnice s formalne, a formy ewidencjonowania zblione. Tak wic czy konto jest w ZUS czy OFE, to tak to s jedynie zblione zobowizania (passwowe lub prywatne). Przerzucenie tych rodkw z jednego konta do drugiego niewiele zmienia - trudno wic nazwa para okradaniem quotskadkowiczaquot, jak ju para raczej okradaniem OFE. C, atwo (przymusowo) przyszo, atwo poszo. Gwnym stratnym w tej przygodzie z OFE byo pastwo. Naraz okazao si, e faça ZUS nie wpywa sporo rodkw, wic brakuje na wypaty. Trzeba wic z budetu dofinansowa ZUS, ale eby to zrobi to trzeba wpierw zacign poyczki, bo OFE pienidze quotzainwestowaoquot. Pastwo wic powiksza swj cavou poprzez kolejne poyczki, uma im wikszy cavada, tym mniejsza szansa na niskie jego oprocentowanie. Z kadym rokiem kolejni ludzie staj si emerytami (wy powojenny), a ze skadek tylko cz zostaje w ZUS (reszta idzie do OFE). Problema dugu narasta, um passo de powoli tonie, bo poycza na swoist quotkonsumpcjquot. Poyczki pastwowe majce na celu dofinansowanie ZUS spaca bd ju WSZYSCY podatnicy, um nie OFE. Koo si zamyka - cigle brakuje na wypaty, wic pastwo si zadua na coraz gorszych warunkach, a z czasem zbankrutuje. Wygranym jest jedynie biznes OFE, ktry kwitnie na przymusowo skierowanym do niego kapitale. Niby w system emerytalny wbudowany jest swoisty mechanizm samorwnowaenia, ale para nie dziaa dobrze przy coraz wikszym odpywie rodkw do OFE (modzi, w odrnieniu od starszych, byli tam obligatoryjnie) i demografii jak mamy. Xxx (2016-07-05 12:31) napisa: quotJakie niby emerytury wypracowali ludzie za PRLu Przecie oni pacili skadk emerytaln rwn 10 pensji przy rednich zarobkach kilkudziesiciu dolarw. Pacili kilka dolarw skadki emerytalnej miesicznie. Quot. Tendencyjne wydaje si posugiwanie do przelicze kursem czarnorynkowym. Handel midzynarodowy PRL op aro e na zupenie innej walucie: zotym dewizowym. Przepywy czarnorynkowe to by margines, podstaw wymiany handlowej pastwa por kurs wymienialnego zotego dewizowego. Dewizy w posiadaniu indywidualnych obywateli nie bray si raczej z handlu midzynarodowego, ale zwykle z pracy zagranic. Przez wiele lat w PRLu kurs zotego dewizowego do dolara ksztatowa si na podobnym poziomie jak teraz (zotwki do dolara). Jaki zatem sens ma posugiwanie e w ocenie zamonoci spoeczestwapastwa kursem czarnorynkowym albo oficjalnym (sztucznym) Para o niczym nie wiadczy, um tylko faszuje stan rzeczywisty (wczesny). Idc tropem wskazanym powyej, mona wykaza, e na potg biedniejemy. Przed 10-ciu laty kurs dolara do zotwki wynosi okoo 2, a teraz okoo 4. Oznacza to, e pace w Polsce spady relatywnie prawie dwukrotnie (wzgldem amerykaskich). Std wniosek, e po wstpieniu do Unii stajemy si ebrakami. A s manowce, na ktre mona zej, jak wprowadza si proste, formalne odniesienia bez jakiegokolwiek zrozumienia sytuacji i towarzyszcych temu okolicznoci. Aliquis quotZarwno ZUS jak i OFE operuj wirtualnymi kapitaami (przypisanymi do kont), wic w samej idei rnic nie maquot Não é teraz stary to pojechae. Pracujesz w ZUSie czy tak za darmo udajesz gupa Skadki emerytalne odcigane z pensji para s REALNE przelewy do ZUSu. Tylko ZUS je natychmiast wypaca na biece emerytury a na WIRTUALNYCH kontach dopisuje jakie tam cyferki, za PIENIDZE przelane do OFE s REALNIE inwestowane m. in. W akcje przedsibiorstw z GPW. Widzisz rnic Pienidze z OFE byy inwestowane gwnie w obligacje Skarbu Pastwa, powikszajc tym samym cavado, ktry razem z odsetkami byby spacany z wpyww z przyszych podatkw. Arcadio, Nie pracuj w ZUS, um jak dotd nie miaem z ZUS bezporednio do czynienia. Nikogo nie udaj. Para, co napisaem: quotZarwno ZUS jak i OFE operuj wirtualnymi kapitaami (przypisanymi do kont), wic w samej idei rnic nie maquot, jest prawd. Wyjaniam. Jeeli wpacam (a konkretnie firma) skadk faz o ZUS, para brincadeira em um zarejestrowana na moim koncie, ale jest to tylko zapis - tych pienidzy faktycznie nie mam, a wic s na tym koncie jedynie wirtualnie. Para, e ZUS te pienidze wykorzystuje - przekazuje emerytowi lub OFE, para wcale nie oznacza, e JA je mam realnie. Tak wic s one dla mnie wirtualne. Podobnie jest z OFE. Cz mojej skadki trafia do OFE (przez ZUS) i w OFE jest te tylko zapis (jak w ZUS), e niby tam s. OFE te kwoty te gdzie przekazuje (np. Na rynek akcji). Tak wic to, co napisaem jest prawd - jestem posiadaczem wirtualnych kont w ZUS i OFE. Obie te organizacje quotzarzdzajquot moim wirtualnym kapitaem, ktry w przyszoci moe por podstaw (jako zobowizanie) do traktowania mnie jako potencjalnego beneficjenta systemu emerytalnego. Bartek Luk Myl e sprbuj zrobi reforma na cae Bretton Woods. Tylko e prawie nic nie da bo problem ma inn natur. Para o rozpaczliwe ruchy, eu postwa powane si z nich wyami, bo wadcy chc wada rwnie bankierami a nie do spki z nimi. Teraz bd kolejne nieudane etapy reforma i skoczy si odpuszczeniem wszelkich regulacji. Jak zawsze w takich ustrojach regulacyjnych - braknie mocy swobodnej na regulowanie. Moliwo dodawania komentarzy tylko dla zalogowanych uytkownikw. Zaloguj si. Por mc dodawa komentarze. Skontaktuj si z nami O autorze Regulamin Polityka prywatnoci Mapa strony STATYSTYKI unikalnych uytkownikw miesicznie artykuw w bazie i cigle ronie STATYSTYKI unikalnych uytkownikw miesicznie artykuw w bazie i cigle ronie Todos os direitos reservados. Copyrights 2015 by Independent Trader

Forex Masyuk V3

EA Masyuk V3 Setelah sekian lama tak tulis dalam blog percubaan aku nih, akhirnya aku pon mula kembali menulis .. (sebenarnya aku lupe senha dgn nome de usuário akaun blogger) setelah laptop aku blow. Habis sume data aku dalam tuh. Berbulan-bulan baru nk korek balik lepas aku beli desktop baru. Hari ini aku nk buh SS aku kat demo untuk EA terhangat kini di CG iaitu Masyuk. EA Masyuk nih adalah ciptaan Enche Gaban Rizal yakni seorang rakyat Malásia (bangga jadi rakyat malaysia). EA nih sebenarnya 3 dalam 1 menurut Enche Gaban iaitu Tendência Hedging Martingle (mengikut keadaan). Masyuk nih sebenarnya dah ada bnyk versi, cume yg aku post nih adalah versi terbaru dari enche Gaban. Versi sebelum nih yg aku pernah cubo hanyalah versi V2 jek, V1 tak penah lagik .. menurut pakar2 yg biasa menggunakan V1, ada sedikit risiko dimana multiplicador nye tak bleh diubah, tidak seperti V2 atau V3 yg bleh dikecilkan untuk mengurangkan risiko .. Selaii daripada Itu, V3 nih takde expirou a data do número mágico bleh diubah jikalau mahu menggunakan EA nih untuk bermain di chart yg lain. Okey skang aku nk citer pasal akaun demo plak (aku nk tengok performance masyuk nih sebelum main Live) Untuk Akaun Demo yg bermula drpd 15092009 sehingga kehari ini (17092009) pakai desktop sendiri em 24 horas, aku telah menggunakan depósito permulaan sebanyak USD 500 dan aku Teste kat Par GBPUSD. Time frame buh kat TF 1H. Plataforma Metatrader IKO Fx. Sentando untuk masyuk nih adalah defaut, sama seperti disyorkan por Bro Gaban. (Kat bawah ni configuração versão 2. cume beza kat passo dalam propriedades ..kalau V2 0.25 tapi V3 0.02) passo inigualável na tela TKK ikut V2 kasik ganaz sket Otimizar Configuração Masyuk V2 LOT 0.01 PIPS 31 TP 45 MULTIPLICADOR 1.799 MAXTRADE 9 Modal Min 300usd PAR. GU, AU, EU, UCHF, UJ, EJ (1 par shj) TIME FRAME. Nome de usuário, era em uma conta de 4 dígitos ou 5 dígitos. Estes são os resultados para mim: todas as contas ao vivo: 1) 5 dígitos equilíbrio intermediário 500 - conta explodida 2) corretor de 5 dígitos - saldo 300 - conta explodida 3) 4 Conta de dígitos - saldo 680 - saldo a partir de agora: 1722 Parou de testá-lo agora. Porque eu sinto que é apenas uma questão de tempo antes que a conta de 4 dígitos também seja perdida. 07-22-2010, 10:31 AM Comecei a usar este EA desde ontem. Atualmente, minha estratégia é rever os negócios abertos de vez em quando e ver se vale a pena permitir que os negócios abertos permaneçam abertos quando eles estão em condições negativas. Olhei a longo prazo, verificando os M5, M15 e M30 TF antes de voltar para H1 e tomar a decisão. Se eu vejo o movimento principal está na desvantagem, enquanto o OP está na condição COMPRAR, mais a posição não está em uma boa situação, talvez eu apenas corte o OP. Esta é uma maneira de eu controlar meu patrimônio de ser surpreendido. 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Canção de mim mesmo Por Walt Whitman Eu celebrei e cantei-me, e o que eu suponho que você deve assumir, Pois cada átomo que pertence a mim como bem pertence a você. Eu louco e convido minha alma, me inclino e loafe à minha facilidade observando uma lança de grama de verão. Minha língua, cada átomo do meu sangue, formado a partir deste solo, este ar, Nascido aqui de pais nascidos aqui de pais do mesmo, e seus pais são os mesmos, eu agora tenho trinta e sete anos em perfeito estado de saúde, começando com a esperança de cessar Não até a morte. Credos e escolas em suspenso, Retirando um tempo suficiente, o que é, mas nunca esquecido, abro para o bem ou o mal, permito falar em todos os perigos, Natureza sem cheque com energia original. As casas e os quartos estão cheios de perfumes, as prateleiras estão cheias de perfumes, respiro a fragrância e conheço e gosto disso. A destilação também me intoxicaria, mas não vou deixar isso. A atmosfera não é um perfume, não tem gosto da destilação, é inodoro, é para minha boca para sempre, eu estou apaixonado por isso. Eu irei ao banco junto à madeira e me tornarei desnudado e nu, eu sou Louco por ele estar em contato comigo. A fumaça do meu próprio sopro, Echoes, ondulações, sussurros zumbidos, raiz do amor, fio de seda, entrepierna e videira, Minha respiração e inspiração, o batimento do meu coração, a passagem de sangue e ar através dos meus pulmões, O cheiro de Folhas verdes e folhas secas, e da costa e pedras do mar da cova escura, e do feno no celeiro, O som das belchd palavras da minha voz afrouxada aos redemoinhos do vento, Alguns beijos leves, alguns abraços , Um alcance de armas, O jogo de brilho e sombra sobre as árvores, como os galhos flexíveis, o prazer sozinho ou na corrida das ruas, ou ao longo dos campos e dos lados das colinas, o sentimento de saúde, Meio-dia, trilha, a música de mim que se levanta da cama e encontra o sol. Você acreditou mil hectares muito, você acreditou na terra. Você pratiu tanto tempo para aprender a ler? Você se sentiu tão orgulhoso de obter o significado de poemas. Pare com esse dia e noite e você deve possuir a origem de todos os poemas. Vocês devem possuir o bem da terra e do sol, (há milhões de sóis deixados). Você não deve mais tomar as coisas em segunda ou terceira mão, nem olhar através dos olhos dos mortos, nem alimentar os espectros nos livros, Você também não olhará pelos meus olhos, nem tirará as coisas de mim, você deve ouvir todos os lados e filtrá-los de si mesmo. Ouvi o que os falantes falavam, a conversa sobre o começo e o fim, mas não falo sobre o começo ou o fim. Nunca houve mais inícios do que existe, nem mais juventude ou idade do que existe agora, e nunca mais será perfeição do que existe, nem mais céu ou inferno do que existe agora. Inspecione e exija e exija, Sempre o impulso procriante do mundo. Fora da escuridão o oposto é igual a adiantamento, sempre substância e aumento, sempre sexo, Sempre um tecido de identidade, sempre distinção, sempre uma raça de vida. Para elaborar é inútil, aprendido e desaprendido, sinta que é assim. Certeza, com a certeza mais certa, aplainar os montantes, bem entrelaçados, apoiados nas vigas, Stout como um cavalo, carinhoso, altivo, elétrico, eu e esse mistério aqui estamos. Claro e doce é a minha alma, e claro e doce é tudo o que não é minha alma. Falta uma falta de ambos, e o invisível é provado pelo visto, até que não se vê e recebe prova por sua vez. Mostrando o melhor e dividindo-o com a idade da idade mais violenta, Conhecendo a forma física perfeita e a equanimidade das coisas, enquanto eles discutem, eu estou em silêncio, e me banho e me admiro. Bem-vindo é todo órgão e atributo de mim, e de qualquer homem saudável e limpo, nem uma polegada nem uma partícula de polegada é vil, e nenhum deve ser menos familiar do que o resto. Estou satisfeito - eu vejo, dançar, rir, cantar Enquanto o companheiro de cama abraçante e amoroso dorme ao meu lado durante a noite e se retira no peep do dia com um passo sigiloso, deixando-me cestas cobertas de toalhas brancas que incham Casa com a abundância. Posso adiar minha aceitação e realização e gritar aos meus olhos, que eles se voltem de olhar para dentro e para fora da estrada, e, de imediato, cifre e me mostre um centavo, exatamente o valor de um e exatamente o valor de dois E que está à frente Trippers e askers me cercam, as pessoas que conheço, o efeito sobre minha vida adiantada ou a ala e a cidade em que vivo, ou a nação, as últimas datas, descobertas, invenções, sociedades, autores antigos e novos O meu jantar, o vestido, os associados, os olhares, os elogios, as dívidas, a indiferença real ou imaginada de algum homem ou mulher que eu amo, a doença de um dos meus amigos ou de mim mesmo, ou a falta ou perda ou falta de dinheiro, ou Depressões ou exaltações, batalhas, os horrores da guerra fratricida, a febre do duvidoso Notícias, eventos agitados. Estes vêm para mim dias e noites e vão de mim novamente, mas eles não são eu mesmo. Além dos estribos de puxar e puxar o que eu sou, Stands divertidos, complacentes, compassivos, ociosos, unitários. Olha para baixo, está ereto ou dobra um braço num certo descanso impalpável. Olhando com a cabeça curvada, curioso, o que virá a seguir, Ambos dentro e fora do jogo, observando e imaginando. Para trás, vejo nos meus dias em que transpiro através da névoa com lingüistas e contendores, não tenho zombarias nem argumentos, testemunho e espero. Eu acredito em você minha alma, o outro que eu sou não deve abater-se para você, e você não deve ser abaixado para o outro. Loafe comigo na grama, solte a pausa de sua garganta, Não palavras, nem música nem rima. Eu quero, não personalizado ou palestra, nem mesmo o melhor, Somente a calma que eu gosto, o zumbido de sua voz com válvula. Eu me importo com a forma como colocamos uma manhã de verão tão transparente, como você instalou sua cabeça em meus quadris e girou suavemente sobre mim, separou a camisa do meu peito e mergulhou sua língua no meu coração desnudo. Até sentir a minha barba e chegar até você segurar meus pés. Rapidamente levantou-se e espalhou-me a paz e o conhecimento que passam todo o argumento da terra, e sei que a mão de Deus é a promessa minha, e eu sei que o espírito de Deus é o meu irmão, e Que todos os homens nascidos são também meus irmãos, e as mulheres minhas irmãs e amantes, e que um kelson da criação é amor. E, sem limites, são folhas rígidas ou caídas nos campos, e formigas castanhas nos pequenos poços debaixo deles, E manchas de musgo da cerca do verme, pedras heapd, ancião, mullein e pung-weed. Uma criança disse o que é a grama buscá-la com as mãos cheias Como eu poderia responder a criança, eu não sei o que é mais do que ele. Eu acho que deve ser a bandeira da minha disposição, de coisas verdes esperançosas tecidas. Ou eu acho que é o lenço do Senhor, Um presente perfumado e um remembrancer desenhou-se, levando o nome dos donos de alguma forma nos cantos, para que possamos ver e comentar, e dizer a quem ou eu acho que a grama é em si uma criança, a produzida Bebê da vegetação. Ou eu acho que é um hieróglifo uniforme, E isso significa, brotando em zonas amplas e zonas estreitas, Crescendo entre pessoas negras como entre brancas, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressista, Cuff, eu dou as mesmas, eu as recebo da mesma forma. E agora parece-me o belo cabelo não cortado de túmulos. Tenderly vou usar você capim de curling, pode ser que você transpire dos seios de homens jovens, pode ser se eu os conhecesse, eu teria amado eles, pode ser você é de pessoas idosas, ou de prole levado em breve fora de Suas mães voltam, e aqui estão as voltas das mães. Esta grama é muito escura para ser das cabeças brancas das mães antigas, mais sombrias do que as barbas incolores dos velhos, escuras para vir de debaixo dos fracos telhados vermelhos das bocas. Ó percebo, afinal, muitas línguas que proferem, e percebo que não vêm dos telhados das bocas por nada. Gostaria de poder traduzir as dicas sobre os homens e as mulheres mortos, e as dicas sobre velhos e mães, e a prole tirada logo de suas voltas. O que você acha que se tornou dos jovens e dos velhos E o que você acha que se tornou das mulheres e dos filhos Eles estão vivos e bem em algum lugar, O mais pequeno broto mostra que realmente não há morte, E se alguma vez foi levado para a frente da vida , E não espera no final para prendê-lo, e interrompeu o momento da vida. Tudo vai para dentro e para fora, nada colapsa, E morrer é diferente do que alguém suposto, e mais afortunado. Alguém suposto que tenha sorte de nascer, apuro para informá-lo é tão afortunado de morrer, e eu sei disso. Eu passo a morte com o moribundo e o nascimento com o bebê novo lavado, e não estou contente entre meu chapéu e botas, E peruse vários objetos, nem dois nem todos são bons, a Terra boa e as estrelas boas, e seus adjuntos todos Boa. Eu não sou uma terra nem um complemento de uma terra, eu sou companheiro e companheiro de pessoas, tudo tão imortal e insondável quanto eu, (eles não sabem o quão imortais, mas eu sei.) Todo tipo para si e para si próprio Para mim, meus homens e mulheres, para mim, aqueles que foram meninos e que amam mulheres. Para mim, o homem que se orgulha e sente como ferir ser desprezado, Para mim, o doce coração e a velha empregada, para mim, mães. E as mães das mães, para mim lábios que sorriram, olhos que derramaram lágrimas, para mim, crianças e criadores de crianças. Descobre que você não é culpado de mim, nem obsoleto nem descartado, vejo através do tecido largo e do guingão, seja ou não, e estou ao redor, tenaz, adquirente, incansável e não pode ser abalado. O pequeno dorme no berço, eu levanto a gaze e olho por muito tempo, e escovo silenciosamente as moscas com a mão. O jovem e a menina de rosto vermelho se desviam da colina espessa, eu os vejo de cima. O suicídio se espalha no chão sangrento do quarto, eu testemunho o cadáver com seus cabelos mexidos, observo onde a pistola caiu. O blab do pavimento, os pneus de carrinhos, a palha das sapatos de bota, falam dos promenaders, o omnibus pesado, o motorista com o polegar interrogatório, o clank dos cavalos do corte no chão do granito, os trenós de neve, tilintando, Gritou piadas, peles de bolinhas de neve, hurrahs para favoritos populares, a fúria de mobs rousd, a aba da ninhada, um homem doente dentro do hospital, o encontro dos inimigos, o juramento repentino, os golpes e a queda A multidão entusiasmada, o policial com sua estrela rapidamente trabalhando a sua passagem para o centro da multidão. As pedras impassíveis que recebem e retornam tantos ecos. Que gemeas de over-fed ou half-starvd que caem cobertas de sol ou em ataques. Exclamações de mulheres levadas repentinamente que se apressam em casa e dão à luz bebês. O que o discurso vivo e enterrado está sempre vibrando aqui, o que os atritos se resguardam pelo decoro, os prisioneiros de criminosos, as lágrimas, as ofertas adúlteras feitas, as aceitações, as rejeições com os lábios convexos, eu me importo Ou o show ou ressonância deles - - Eu venho e eu partio. As grandes portas do celeiro do país ficam abertas e prontas, A grama seca da época da colheita carrega o vagão lentamente estirado, A luz clara brilha sobre os intercâmbios marrom e verde, As armaduras são empacotadas para o corte flácido. Eu estou lá, eu ajudo, eu vim esticado no topo da carga, senti seus choques suaves, uma perna reclinada no outro, eu pulo das vigas cruzadas e agarre o trevo e o timothy, e role a cabeça nos calcanhares e emaranhe-me Cabelos cheios de mechas. Sozinho nas montanhas e na montanha Eu caço, vagando maravilhado com a minha própria leveza e alegria, Ao final da tarde, escolhendo um local seguro para passar a noite, Acendendo um fogo e grelhando o jogo do novo matar, adormecendo nas folhas recolhidas com Meu cachorro e minha arma ao meu lado. A tosquiadeira dos Yankees está debaixo de suas velas do céu, ela corta o brilho e brilha, meus olhos se acalmaram a terra, eu curvo a proa ou grito com alegria do convés. Os barqueiros e os escavadores de palhaço surgiram cedo e pararam para mim, coloquei meus trowser-ends nas minhas botas e fui e passei um bom tempo. Você deveria ter estado conosco naquele dia ao redor da chaleira. Eu vi o casamento do caçador ao ar livre no extremo oeste, a noiva era uma menina vermelha. Seu pai e seus amigos sentaram-se perto de pernas cruzadas e idiotas, eles tinham mocassins em seus pés e grandes cobertores grossos pendurados em seus Em um banco, descansava o caçador, ele estava mais alto em peles, sua luxuriante barba e cachos protegiam seu pescoço, ele segurava a noiva com a mão. Ela tinha cílios longos, a cabeça estava nua, suas fechaduras lisas grosseiras desceram sobre ela Membros voluptuosos e alcançou seus pés. O escravo fugitivo veio para minha casa e parou para fora, eu ouvi seus movimentos crepitando os galhos da pilha de lenha. Através da meia porta da cozinha, eu vi ele limpos e fracos, E foi onde ele se sentou em um tronco e levou-o para dentro E assegurou-lhe, e trouxe água e encheu uma banheira para o seu corpo suado e os pés bruisd, e deu-lhe uma sala que entrou pela minha própria e deu-lhe roupas grossas e limpas. Lembre-se perfeitamente de seus olhos giratórios e sua incomodidade, E Lembre-se de colocar piasters nas gargalhadas do pescoço e dos tornozelos. Ele ficou comigo uma semana antes de ser recuperado e passado para o norte, eu o fiz sentar ao meu lado na mesa, meu tiro ao fogo na esquina. Vinte e oito jovens se banham pela margem, vinte e oito jovens e todos tão amigáveis ​​Vinte e oito anos de vida feminina e todos tão solitários. Ela possui a bela casa pela ascensão do banco, Ela esconde o belo e ricamente apóia as persianas da janela. Qual dos jovens gosta de o melhor Ah, o homely deles é lindo para ela. Para onde você está fora, senhora, eu vejo você, você mergulha na água lá, mas mantenha o estoque ainda em seu quarto. Dançando e rindo ao longo da praia veio o vigésimo nono banhista, o resto não a viu, mas ela os viu e os amava. As barbas dos jovens brilharam com molhado, corria de seus longos cabelos, Pequenos riachos passavam por seus corpos. Uma mão invisível também passou por seus corpos, desceu tremendo de suas têmporas e costelas. Os jovens flutuam nas costas, as barrigas brancas se projetam ao sol, não perguntam quem se aferra rapidamente a elas, não sabem quem sopra e declina com arco pendente e dobrável. Eles não pensam a quem souse com spray. O açougueiro coloca suas roupas de matar, ou afia sua faca na barraca no mercado, perambulo desfrutando de sua repartição e de seu barulho e destruição. Os ferreiros com cofres agarrados e peludos envolvem a bigorna, cada um tem seu trenó principal, estão todos fora, há um calor excelente no fogo. Do limiar cinza-cintilante eu sigo seus movimentos, A máscara de sua cintura toca mesmo com seus braços maciços, Overhand os martelos balançam, sobremaneira tão lento, com muita segurança, eles não se apressam, cada homem bate em seu lugar. O negro segura firmemente as rédeas de seus quatro cavalos, o bloco se encaixa embaixo da sua corrente amarrada. O negro que conduz a longa escora do pátio de pedra, firme e alto, ergueu-se sobre uma perna na corda, Sua camisa azul expõe seu amplo pescoço e peito e afrouxa-se sobre a sua banda de quadril. Seu olhar é calmo e comandante, ele tira a bengala do chapéu da sua testa. O sol cai sobre seus cabelos e bigodes crocantes, cai no preto De seus membros polidos e perfeitos. Eu vejo o pitoresco gigante e o amo, e eu não paro por aí, eu também vou com a equipe. Em mim, o caresser da vida onde quer que se mova, para trás e para a frente, para os niches de lado e junção dobrada, sem falta de uma pessoa ou objeto, Absorvendo tudo para mim e para essa música. Boi que chocalhe o jugo e encadeie ou pare na sombra frondosa, o que você expressa em seus olhos. Parece-me mais do que toda a impressão que li na minha vida. Meu piso assusta o drake de madeira e o pato de madeira na minha distância distante e de um dia, eles se levantam, eles circulam lentamente. Eu acredito naqueles propósitos de alas, E reconheço vermelho, amarelo, branco, tocando dentro de mim, e considere verde e violeta e a coroa tufada intencional, e não chame a tartaruga indigna porque ela não é outra coisa, e a floresta nunca Estudou a gama, ainda assim trilha muito bem para mim, e o olhar da maré da baía envergonha-me de mim. O gander selvagem conduz seu rebanho durante a noite legal, Ya-buzina ele diz, e me parece um convite, The pert pode supor que não tem sentido, mas eu estou perto, encontre seu propósito e coloque lá em direção ao céu invernal . O alce de casco afiado do norte, o gato no peitoril da casa, o chickadee, o cão da pradaria, a lixo da porca grunhindo enquanto puxam suas tetinas, a ninhada da galinha e ela com sua metade - Asas espalhadas, vejo nelas e em mim mesmo a mesma lei antiga. A pressão do meu pé para a terra brota de cem afetos. Eles desprezam o melhor que posso fazer para relacioná-los. Estou amadurecendo do outro lado, dos homens que vivem entre o gado ou o gosto do oceano ou das madeiras. Dos construtores e orientadores dos navios e dos trabalhadores dos machados e dos mauls, e os motoristas dos cavalos, posso comer e dormir com Eles semana e semana. O que é mais comum, mais barato, mais próximo, mais fácil, é Me, Me indo para as minhas chances, gastando por grandes retornos, Adornando-me para me conceder o primeiro que me levará, Não pedindo que o céu descenda à minha boa vontade, Dispersando-o livremente para sempre. O contralto puro canta no sótão do órgão. O carpinteiro veste sua prancha, a língua de seu foreplane assobia o seu centeio ascendente selvagem. As crianças casadas e solteiras viajam para casa no jantar de Ação de Graças. O piloto pega o pino-rei, ele se afasta com Um braço forte, o companheiro está apoiado no barco da baleia, a lança e o arpão estão prontos, o atirador de patos caminha por trechos silenciosos e cautelosos, os diáconos são ordenados com as mãos cruzadas no altar. A garota giratória recua e avança para O zumbido da grande roda, o fazendeiro pára pelas barras enquanto ele caminha em um loafe do primeiro dia e olha para a aveia e o centeio. O lunático é levado finalmente para o asilo um caso confirmado (Ele nunca dormirá mais Como ele fez no berço no quarto da cama de suas mães) A ​​impressora de jornais com cabeça cinza e mandíbulas magras trabalha no caso dele, ele gira seu quid de tabaco enquanto seus olhos escorreram com o manuscrito. Os membros malformados estão amarrados à mesa dos cirurgiões, O que é removido cai horrivelmente no balde O quadrado O garoto é vendido no leilão, o bêbado acena com a cabeça no fogão do bar, o maquinista enrola as mangas, o policial viaja a sua batida, as marcas do portão que passam. O jovem dirige o vagão, (Eu o amo, embora eu não o conheça) As cintas de meia-raça em suas botas de luz para competir na corrida, O tiro de peru ocidental atrai velho e jovem, alguns se apoiam em seus rifles, alguns se sentam em troncos, Fora de A multidão pisa o atirador, assume a posição, nivela sua peça. Os grupos de imigrantes recém-chegados cobrem o cais ou o dique. À medida que os pateiros de lã entram no campo de açougue, o superintendente os vê de sua sela. A sala de baile, os senhores corram para os seus parceiros, os dançarinos se curvam um ao outro. A juventude fica acordada no sótão do telhado de cedro e se dirige à chuva musical, O Wolverine coloca armadilhas no riacho que ajuda a preencher o Huron, The A ropinha envolto em seu pano amarelo, oferece mocassins e sacos para venda, Os colegas conhecedores Ao longo da galeria de exposições com os olhos meio fechados dobrados lateralmente, à medida que as mãos do convés fazem rápido o barco a vapor, a prancha é jogada para os passageiros que se deslocam, a jovem irmã mantém a madeixa enquanto a irmã mais velha o enrolle numa bola E pára de vez em quando para os nós, a esposa de um ano está se recuperando e feliz, tendo passado uma semana por seu primeiro filho, a garota Yankee do secador limpo trabalha com sua máquina de costura ou na fábrica ou no moinho, a pavimentação - O homem se inclina sobre o seu difamador de duas mãos, os repórteres levam moscas rapidamente sobre o caderno de notas, o pintor de letreiros está com letras de azul e ouro, o garoto do canal trota no caminho de reboque, o guarda-livros conta em sua mesa, O maquinista encerra seu fio, o maestro bate o tempo para a banda e todos os artistas o seguem. A criança é batizada, o convertido está fazendo suas primeiras profissões, a regata é espalhada na baía, a corrida é iniciada (como o branco As velas brilham) O fazendeiro observando seu carro sai para eles que se desviariam, The ped (O comprador se preocupa com o centavo estranho) A noiva esmaga seu vestido branco, a mão minuciosa do relógio se move lentamente, o comedor de ópio reclina com cabeça rígida e lábios justos, The A prostituta arranca seu xale, o capô sopra no pescoço embriagado e em pimpled. A multidão rir dos seus juramentos, os homens zombam e piscam um para o outro (Miserável eu não ri do seu juramento nem te arraste) O Presidente que segura um armário O conselho está rodeado pelos grandes secretários, na praça anda três matronas majestosas e amigáveis ​​com os braços entrelaçados. A tripulação do pacote de peixe prepara camadas repetidas de alabote no porão, O Missourian cruza as planícies tocando suas mercadorias e seu gado. O coletor de tarifas atravessa o comboio que ele den aviso com o tremor da mudança solta. Os homens do chão estão deitado no chão, os tinners estão estivando no telhado, os pedreiros estão chamando de argamassa, em um único arquivo cada um empunhando o seu hod passar Os trabalhadores Estações Perseguindo-se, a multidão indescritível é reunida, é a quarta do sétimo mês, (o que salta de canhão e braços pequenos). As estações se seguem, as aradas, a semeadeira corta e o grão de inverno cai no chão. Os lagos do pescador pescam e aguardam pelo buraco na superfície gelada, os tocos ficam espessos ao redor da clareira, o posseiro atinge profundamente seu machado, Flatboatmen faz rápido para o anoitecer perto da madeira de algodão ou nozes, Coon - Os buscadores atravessam as regiões do rio Vermelho ou através da Draind pelo Tennessee, ou através das do Arkansas, as tochas brilham no escuro que paira no Chattahooche ou Altamahaw, os Patriarcas sentam-se na ceia com filhos e netos e bisneto ao redor Eles, em paredes de adobie, em tendas de lona, ​​caçadores de repouso e caçadores após os dias de esporte, a cidade dorme e o país dorme, os vivos dormem por seu tempo, os mortos dormem por seu tempo, o velho marido dorme com sua esposa e O youn O marido dorme pela sua esposa E estes tendem para dentro para mim, e eu tendem para fora para eles, E, como é para ser de mais ou menos isso, e de todos esses eu tecendo a música de mim mesmo. Eu sou do velho e do jovem, dos tolos tanto quanto os sábios, Independentemente dos outros, sempre considerados dos outros, tanto maternos como paternos, tanto um filho como um homem, Stuffd com o material grosso e enchido com o Tudo bem, um da nação de muitas nações, o menor e o maior, um sulista logo que um norte-norte-americano, um plantador indiferente e hospitaleiro pelo Oconee vivo. Um ianque ligou meu próprio caminho pronto para Comércio, minhas articulações as articulações mais curtas da terra e as articulações mais severas da terra, um Kentucky caminhando pelo vale do Elkhorn em minhas perneiras de pele de cervo, um Louisianian ou Georgian, Um barqueiro sobre lagos ou baías ou ao longo das costas, um Hoosier, Badger Buckeye Em casa em sapatos de neve Kanadianos ou no mato, ou com pescadores de Terra Nova, Em casa na frota de barcos de gelo, navegando com o resto e aderindo, Em casa nas colinas de Vermont ou no bosque de Maine, ou o rancho texano, camarada de californianos, camarada de norte-ocidentais livres (Amando suas grandes proporções) Camarada de novatos e cobras, camarada de todos os que apertam as mãos e bem-vindos para beber e carne, Um aprendiz com o mais simples, um professor do mais pensativo, Um novato que começa ainda experiente de miríades de estações, De Cada matiz e casta sou eu, de todos os rankings e religiões, fazendeiro, mecânico, artista, cavalheiro, marinheiro, quaker, prisioneiro, fantastico, barulhento, advogado, médico, padre. Eu resisto a qualquer coisa melhor do que a minha própria diversidade, Respire o ar, mas deixe muito depois de mim, e não estou escondido, e estou no meu lugar. (A mariposa e os ovos de peixe estão em seu lugar, os sóis brilhantes que vejo e os sóis escuros que não consigo ver estão no lugar deles, o palpável está em seu lugar eo impalpável está em seu lugar.) Estes são realmente os pensamentos De todos os homens em todas as idades e terras, eles não são originais comigo, se eles não são seus, tanto quanto meus, não são nada ou quase nada. Se eles não são o enigma e a desvinculação do enigma não são nada, Se eles não são tão próximos quanto distantes eles não são nada. Esta é a grama que cresce onde quer que a terra e a água, o ar comum que banha o globo. Com música forte, eu venho, com minhas cornetas e meus tambores, eu não jogo marchas para vencedores aceitos, eu jogo marchas para pessoas conquistadas e mortas. Você já ouviu dizer que era bom ganhar o dia em que eu também disse que é bom cair, as batalhas se perdem no mesmo espírito em que são conquistadas. Eu bati e libro pelos mortos, sopro minhas embutições, meu mais alto e mais alegre para eles. Vivas para aqueles que falharam E para aqueles cujos navios de guerra afundaram no mar E para aqueles que se afundaram no mar E para todos os generais que perderam compromissos e todos superaram heróis E os inúmeros heróis desconhecidos iguais aos maiores heróis conhecidos. É a refeição igualmente preparada, esta é a carne para a fome natural. É para os ímpios, exatamente o mesmo que os justos, eu faço compromissos com todos, eu não vou ter uma única pessoa desprezada ou deixada de lado, A mulher mantida, esponja, ladrão , São convidados, o escravo pesado é convidado, o venerealee é convidado. Não haverá diferença entre eles e o resto. Esta é a pressão de uma mão tênue, isto é o flutuador e o cheiro dos cabelos, Este é o toque dos meus lábios para o seu, este é o murmúrio do anseio. Esta é a profundidade e a altura que refletem meu próprio rosto. Essa é a fusão pensativa de Eu e a tomada novamente. Você acha que tenho um propósito intrincado? Bem, eu tenho, pois os chuveiros do quarto mês têm, e a mica do lado de uma rocha tem. Você acha que eu iria surpreender A luz do dia surpreende o início do redstart no twitter. Atrapalhei mais do que eles. Esta hora eu digo coisas em confiança, eu não posso contar a todos, mas eu vou te dizer. Quem vai lá ansiando, grosseiro, místico, nu Como é que eu extrai força da carne de vaca Eu como o que é um homem de qualquer forma, o que eu sou o que você é Tudo. Eu marque como meu, você deve compensá-lo com o seu próprio. Perdi-me ouvindo. Eu não gorro que snivel em todo o mundo, que meses são aspiradores e o chão, mas wallow e sujidade. Whimpering e camionagem dobra com pós para inválidos, a conformidade vai para o quarto removido, eu uso meu chapéu como eu por dentro ou por dentro. Por que devo rezar por que devo venerar e ser cerimonial. Através dos estratos, analisados ​​para um cabelo, aconselhados com médicos e calculados por perto, não encontro gordura mais doce do que as minhas mãos aos meus próprios ossos. Em todas as pessoas eu me vejo, nada mais e nem um milho de cevada menos, E o bom ou o mal, eu digo de mim mesmo, digo sobre eles. Eu sei que sou sólido e som, Para mim os objetos convergentes do universo fluem perpetuamente, Todos estão escritos para mim, e devo obter o que a escrita significa. Eu sei que estou imortal, eu sei que essa órbita minha não pode ser varrida por uma bússola de carpinteiros, eu sei que não vou passar como um corte de carlacue de criança com um bastão queimado à noite. Eu sei que sou o mês de agosto, não perturbo meu espírito para se reivindicar ou ser entendido, vejo que as leis elementares nunca se desculparam, (eu considero que eu não me comporto mais orgulhoso que o nível em que eu planta minha casa, afinal). Eu existo Como sou, isso basta, se nenhum outro no mundo estiver ciente de que eu me sinto satisfeito, e se todos e todos estiverem cientes de que eu me sinto satisfeito. Um mundo está ciente e, de longe, o maior para mim, e é eu mesmo, e se eu venho ao meu próprio dia ou em dez mil ou dez milhões de anos, posso tomá-lo alegremente agora, ou com igual alegria que posso aguardar . Meu ponto de apoio é tenond e mortisd em granito, eu ri do que você chama de dissolução, e eu conheço a amplitude do tempo. Eu sou o poeta do Corpo e eu sou o poeta da Alma. Os prazeres do céu estão comigo e as dores do inferno estão comigo. O primeiro eu enxervo e aumentado sobre mim, o último eu traduzo para uma nova língua. Eu sou o poeta da mulher o mesmo que o homem, e eu digo que é tão grande ser uma mulher como sendo um homem. E eu digo que não há nada maior do que a mãe dos homens. Eu canto o canto da dilatação ou do orgulho. Nós tínhamos tentado e depreciando o suficiente, eu mostro que esse tamanho é apenas o desenvolvimento. Você superou o resto, você é o Presidente. É um pouco, eles vão mais do que chegar lá, cada um, e ainda passar. Eu sou aquele que anda com a noite tensa e crescente, eu ligo para a terra e o mar meio mantidos pela noite. Pressione fechar a noite com bare-bosomd - pressione perto da noite nutritiva magnética Noite dos ventos do sul - noite das grandes estrelas Ainda acenando com a noite - noite de verão louco e nua. Sorria O terra voluptuosa e fria da terra das árvores adormecidas e líquidas Terra do pôr-do-sol falecido - terra das montanhas brume-topt Terra do derrame vítreo da lua cheia apenas tingida de terra azul de brilho e manchas escuras da maré do Rio Terra do cinza límpido das nuvens mais claro e mais claro para o meu bem Terra do cotovelo farto-rica - Terra de flor de maçã rica Sorria, porque o seu amante vem. Prodígio, você me deu amor - portanto, eu darei amor, amor amoroso indizível. Você se resigna a você também - Eu acho o que você quer dizer, eu vejo da praia seus dedos tortuosos, eu acredito que você se recusa a voltar sem me sentir, Devemos ter uma volta em conjunto, eu me desvestir, me apressar De vista da terra, Me acolhe macia, balance-me em bollos dandel, Dash me com amorous wet, posso pagar você. Mar de ondas de terra esticadas, Mar respirando respirações amplas e convulsivas, Mar da salmoura da vida e de sepulturas ainda inservíveis, sempre prontas, Adormecida e scooper de tempestades, marinho caprichoso e delicado, sou integral com você, eu também sou de Uma fase e de todas as fases. Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others arms. I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also. What blurt is this about virtue and about vice Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finders or rejecters gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown. Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be workd over and rectified I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start. This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now. What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel. Endless unfolding of words of ages And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse. A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely. It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all. I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing. Hurrah for positive science long live exact demonstration Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches, These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas. This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician. Gentlemen, to you the first honors always Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling, I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling. Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with fugitives and them that plot and conspire. Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest. Unscrew the locks from the doors Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me. Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index. I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms. Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseasd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and of the father-stuff, And of the rights of them the others are down upon, Of the deformd, trivial, flat, foolish, despised, Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung. Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veild and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigurd. I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death is. I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touchd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds. If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you Firm masculine colter 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 washd sweet-flag timorous pond-snipe nest of guarded duplicate eggs it shall be you Mixd tussled hay of head, beard, 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 live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you Hands I have taken, face I have kissd, mortal I have ever touchd, i t 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. That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. To behold the day-break 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 heavd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me. We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak. My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds. Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why dont you let it out then Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day.) My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. 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. Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night, Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick, The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heaveeyo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and colord lights, The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow march playd at the head of the association marching two and two, (They go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.) I h ear the violoncello, (tis the young mans hearts complaint,) I hear the keyd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast. I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me. A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full. I hear the traind soprano (what work with hers is this) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possessd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lickd by the indolent waves, I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath, Steepd amid honeyd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death, At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles, And that we call Being. To be in any form, what is that (Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more developd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough. Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one elses is about as much as I can stand. Is this then a touch quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs, Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip, Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial, Depriving me of my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist, Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture-fields, Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away, They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the edges of me, No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my anger, Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while, Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me. The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against me. I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there. You villain touch what are you doing my breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me. Blind loving wrestling touch, sheathd hooded sharp-toothd touch Did it make you ache so, leaving me Parting trackd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward. Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden. All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch) Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. (Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies is so.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman, And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other, And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific, And until one and all shall delight us, and we them. I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-doeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depressd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels. I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, And am stuccod with quadrupeds and birds all over, And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, But call any thing back again when I desire it. In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powderd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low, In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky, In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs, In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods, In vain the razor-billd auk sails far north to Labrador, I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff. I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-containd, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth. So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession. I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms. 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. His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return. I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you. Space and Time now I see it is true, what I guessd at, What I guessd when I loafd on the grass, What I guessd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walkd the beach under the paling stars of the morning. My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision. By the citys quadrangular houses--in log huts, camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees of a new purchase, Scorchd ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river, Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter, Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the otter is feeding on fish, Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou, Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tall Over the growing sugar, over the yellow-flowerd cotton plant, over the rice in its low moist field, Over the sharp-peakd farm house, with its scallopd scum and slender shoots from the gutters, Over the western persimmon, over the long-leavd corn, o ver the delicate blue-flower flax, Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with the rest, Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low scragged limbs, Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through the leaves of the brush, Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot, Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve, where the great goldbug drops through the dark, Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow, Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their hides, Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters Where trip-hammers crash, where the press is whirling its cylinders, Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its ribs, Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it myself and looking composedly down,) Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand, Where the she-whale swims with her calf and never forsakes it, Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke, Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water, Where the half-burnd brig is riding on unknown currents, Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below Where the dense-starrd flag is borne at the head of the regiments, Approaching Manhattan up by the long-stretching island, Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance, Upon a door-step, upon the horse-block of hard wood outside, Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs or a good game of base-ball, At he-festivals, with blackguard gibes, ironical license, bull-dances, drinking, laughter, At the cider-mill tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the juice through a straw, At apple-peel ings wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find, At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles, screams, weeps, Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard, where the dry-stalks are scatterd, where the brood-cow waits in the hovel, Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, where the stud to the mare, where the cock is treading the hen, Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks, Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie, Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near, Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding, Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh, Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds, Where band-neckd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out, Where bur ial coaches enter the archd gates of a cemetery, Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees, Where the yellow-crownd heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs, Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon, Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well, Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves, Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs, Through the gymnasium, through the curtaind saloon, through the office or public hall Pleasd with the native and pleasd with the foreign, pleasd with the new and old, Pleasd with the homely woman as well as the handsome, Pleasd with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously, Pleasd with the tune of the choir of the whitewashd church, Pleasd with the earnest words of the sweating Methodist preacher, impressd seriously at the camp-meeting Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole foreno on, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass, Wandering the same afternoon with my face turnd up to the clouds, or down a lane or along the beach, My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle Coming home with the silent and dark-cheekd bush-boy, (behind me he rides at the drape of the day,) Far from the settlements studying the print of animals feet, or the moccasin print, By the cot in the hospital reaching lemonade to a feverish patient, Nigh the coffind corpse when all is still, examining with a candle Voyaging to every port to dicker and adventure, Hurrying with the modern crowd as eager and fickle as any, Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him, Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while, Walking the old hills of Judaea with the beautiful gentle God by my side, Speeding through space, speeding through heaven and the stars, Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring, and the diam eter of eighty thousand miles, Speeding with taild meteors, throwing fire-balls like the rest, Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly, Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads. I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripend and look at quintillions green. I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets. I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent me. I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns to me. I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue. I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crows-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is plain in all directions, The white-topt mountains show in the distance, I fling out my fancies toward them, We are approaching some great battle-field in which we are soon to be engaged, We pass the colossal outposts of the encampment, we pass with still feet and caution, Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruind city, The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe. I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips. My voice is the wifes voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my mans body up dripping and drownd. I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times, How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steamship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave not back an inch, and was faithful of days and faithful of nights, And chalkd in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, we will not desert you How he followd with them and tackd with them three days and would not give it up, How he saved the drifting company at last, How the lank loose-gownd women lookd when boated from the side of their prepared graves, How the silent old-faced infants and the lifted sick, and the sharp-lippd unshaved men All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I sufferd, I was there. The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemnd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, coverd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinnd with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks. Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe. I am the mashd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have cleard the beams away, they tenderly lift me forth. I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches. Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself. I am an old artillerist, I tell of my forts bombardment, I am there again. Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive. I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aimd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air. Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments. Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo,) Tis the tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and twelve young men. Retreating they had formd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone, They treated for an honorable capitulation, receivd writing and seal, gave up their arms and marchd back prisoners of war. They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship, Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age. The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five oclock and was over by eight. None obeyd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maimd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers saw them there, Some half-killd attempted to crawl away, These were despatchd with bayonets or batterd with the blunts of muskets, A youth not seventeen years old seizd his assassin till two more came to release him, The three were all torn and coverd with the boys blood. At eleven oclock began the burning of the bodies That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men. Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars List to the yarn, as my grandmothers father the sailor told it to me. Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he,) His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be Along the lowerd eve he came horribly raking us. We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touchd, My captain lashd fast with his own hands. We had receivd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead. Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten oclock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves. The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust. Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter If our colors are struck and the fighting done 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. Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemys main-mast, Two well servd with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear his decks. The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action. Not a moments cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine. One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking. Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns. Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us. Stretchd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the one we have conquerd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white as a sheet, Near by the corpse of the child that servd in the cabin, The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curld whiskers, The flames spite of all that can be done flickering aloft and below, The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty, Formless stacks of bodies and bodies by themselves, dabs of flesh upon the masts and spars, Cut of cordage, dangle of rigging, slight shock of the soothe of waves, Black and impassive guns, litter of powder-parcels, strong scent, A few large stars overhead, silent and mournful shining, Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and fields by the shore, death-messages given in charge to survivors, The hiss of the surgeons knife, the gn awing teeth of his saw, Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild scream, and long, dull, tapering groan, These so, these irretrievable. You laggards there on guard look to your arms In at the conquerd doors they crowd I am possessd Embody all presences outlawd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain. For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barrd at night. Not a mutineer walks handcuffd to jail but I am handcuffd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced. Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp, My face is ash-colord, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat. Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg. Enough enough enough Somehow I have been stunnd. Stand back Give me a little time beyond my cuffd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake. That I could forget the mockers and insults That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning. I remember now, I resume the overstaid fraction, The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves, Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me. I troop forth replenishd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years. Eleves, I salute you come forward Continue your annotations, continue your questionings. The friendly and flowing savage, who is he Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it Is he some Southwesterner raisd out-doors is he Kanadian Is he from the Mississippi country Iowa, Oregon, California The mountains prairie-life, bush-life or sailor from the sea Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them. Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncombd head, laughter, and naivete, Slow-stepping feet, common features, 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 surfaces and depths also. Earth you seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, 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 that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days. Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself. You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarfd 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. I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you. To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean, On his right cheek I put the family kiss, And in my soul I swear I never will deny him. On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes. (This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door. Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home. I seize the descending man and raise him with resistless will, O despairer, here is my neck, By God, you shall not go down hang your whole weight upon me. I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an armd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves. Sleep--I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so. I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help. I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years It is middling well as far as it goes--but is that all Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved, With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image, Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more, Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days, (They bore mites as for unfledgd birds who have now to rise and fly and sing for themselves,) Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see, Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house, Putting higher claims for him there with his rolld-up sleeves driving the malle t and chisel, Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation, Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me than the gods of the antique wars, Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction, Their brawny limbs passing safe over charrd laths, their white foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames By the mechanics wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for every person born, Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts baggd out at their waists, The snag-toothd hostler with red hair redeeming sins past and to come, Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and not filling the square rod then, The bull and the bug never worshippd half enough, Dung and dirt more admirable than was dreamd, Th e supernatural of no account, myself waiting my time to be one of the supremes, The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the best, and be as prodigious By my life-lumps becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambushd womb of the shadows. A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final. Come my children, Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates, Now the performer launches his nerve, he has passd his prelude on the reeds within. Easily written loose-fingerd chords--I feel the thrum of your climax and close. My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine. Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thornd thumb, that breath of itches and thirsts, Ever the vexers hoot hoot till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death. Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming. This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate. The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and taild coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas,) I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them. I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself. Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring This printed and bound book--but the printer and the printing-office boy The well-taken photographs--but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms The black ship maild with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets--but the pluck of the captain and engineers In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture--but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes The sky up there--yet here or next door, or across the way The saints and sages in history--but you yourself Sermons, creeds, theology--but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason and what is love and what is life I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years, Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, sal uting the sun, Making a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in the circle of obis, Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols, Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and austere in the woods a gymnosophist, Drinking mead from the skull-cap, to Shastas and Vedas admirant, minding the Koran, Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife, beating the serpent-skin drum, Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine, To the mass kneeling or the puritans prayer rising, or sitting patiently in a pew, Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till my spirit arouses me, Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land, Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits. One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey. Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, disheartend, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief. How the flukes splash How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the same. I do not know what is untried and afterward, But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail. Each who passes is considerd, each who stops is considerd, not single one can it fall. It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peepd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old man who has lived without purpose, and feels it with bitterness worse than gall, Nor him in the poor house tubercled by rum and the bad disorder, Nor the numberless slaughterd and wreckd, nor the brutish koboo calld the ordure of humanity, Nor the sacs merely floating with open mouths for food to slip in, Nor any thing in the earth, or down in the oldest graves of the earth, Nor any thing in the myriads of spheres, nor the myriads of myriads that inhabit them, Nor the present, nor the least wisp that is known. It is time to explain myself--let us stand up. What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown. The clock indicates the moment--but what does eternity indicate We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them. Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety. I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any. Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation) I am an acme of things accomplishd, and I an encloser of things to be. My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly traveld, and still I mount and mount. Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon. Long I was huggd close--long and long. Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have helpd me. Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it. For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care. All forces have been steadily employd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul. O span of youth ever-pushd elasticity O manhood, balanced, florid and full. 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 from the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine. Old age superbly rising O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any. I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems. Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward. 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. There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where we now stand, And surely go as much farther, and then farther and farther. A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, any thing is but a part. See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that. My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there. I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured. I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange, But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, My left hand hooking you round the waist, My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road. Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself. It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land. Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth, Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go. If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And in due time you shall repay the same service to me, For after we start we never lie by again. This day before dawn I ascended a hill and lookd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be filld and satisfied then And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond. You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself. Sit a while dear son, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence. Long enough have you dreamd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life. Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair. I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher. The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp steel cuts, First-rate to ride, to fight, to hit the bulls eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song or play on the banjo, Preferring scars and the beard and faces pitted with small-pox over all latherers, And those well-tannd to those that keep out of the sun. I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them. I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins to be loosend.) I swear I will never again mention love or death inside a house, And I swear I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her who privately stays with me in the open air. If you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words. No shutterd room or school can commune with me, But roughs and little children better than they. The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well, The woodman that takes his axe and jug with him shall take me with him all day, The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice, In vessels that sail my words sail, I go with fishermen and seamen and love them. The soldier campd or upon the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them, On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek me. My face rubs to the hunters face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment and forget where they are, They and all would resume what I have told them. I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than ones self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud, And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth, And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times, And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero, And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeld universe, And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes. And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.) I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself. Why should I wish to see God better than this day I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is signd by Gods name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoeer I go, Others will punctually come for ever and ever. And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me. To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting, I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors, And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape. And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polishd breasts of melons. And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns--O grass of graves--O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you do not say any thing how can I say any thing Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and dusk--toss on the black stems that decay in the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs. I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night, I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small. There is that in me--I do not know what it is--but I know it is in me. Wrenchd and sweaty--calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep--I sleep long. I do not know it--it is without name--it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol. Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me. Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines I plead for my brothers and sisters. Do you see O my brothers and sisters It is not chaos or death--it is form, union, plan--it is eternal life--it is Happiness. The past and present wilt--I have filld them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. Listener up there what have you to confide to me Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab. Who has done his days work who will soonest be through with his supper Who wishes to walk with me Will you speak before I am gone will you prove already too late The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadowd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you. 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Project Gutenberg. a huge collection of books as text, produced as a volunteer enterprise starting in 1990. This is the source of the first poetry placed on DayPoems. Tina Blues Beginners Guide to Prosody. exactly what the title says, and well worth reading. Epicanthic Fold. If a guy somewhere in Asia makes a blog and no one reads it, does it really exist popomo. net. miniature, minimalist-inspired sculptures created from industrial cereamics, an art project at Lewis and Clark College in Portland, Oregon. pink. popomo. net. More projects from Portland oarena. net. Furby, Eliza, MrFriss and MissFriss. Save Point 0.8.1. a Portland, Oregon, exhibit, Aug. 13-Sept. 5, 2004, at Disjecta. Song of Myself By Walt Whitman I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, formd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzzd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-colord sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belchd words of my voice loosd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. Have you reckond a thousand acres much have you reckond the earth much Have you practisd so long to learn to read Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life. To elaborate is no avail, learnd and unlearnd feel that it is so. 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. Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest. I am satisfied--I see, dance, laugh, sing As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets coverd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes, That they turn from gazing after and down the road, And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues, The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love, The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations, Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful events These come to me days and nights and go from me again, But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait. I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turnd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reachd till you felt my beard, and reachd till you held my feet. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heapd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. A child said What is the grass fetching it to me with full hands How could I answer the child I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owners name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers laps, And here you are the mothers laps. 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. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And 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 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 ceasd the moment life appeard. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. Has any one supposed it lucky to be born I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it. I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-washd babe, and am not containd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. 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.) Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female, For me those that have been boys and that love women, For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted, For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers, For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears, For me children and the begetters of children. Undrape you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away. The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand. 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 blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders, The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor, The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls, The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rousd mobs, The flap of the curtaind litter, a sick man inside borne to the hospital, The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall, The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd, The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes, What groans of over-fed or half-starvd who fall sunstruck or in fits, What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and give birth to babes, What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls restraind by decorum, Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances, rejections with convex lips, I mind them or the show or resonance of them - - I come and I depart. The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are packd to the sagging mow. I am there, I help, I came stretchd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps. 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-killd game, Falling asleep on the gatherd leaves with my dog and gun by my side. 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. The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuckd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle. I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders, On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand, She had long eyelashes, her head was bare, her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reachd to her feet. The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him, And brought water and filld a tub for his sweated body and bruisd feet, And gave him a room that enterd from my own, and gave him some coarse clean clothes, And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness, And remember putting piasters on the galls of his neck and ankles He staid with me a week before he was recuperated and passd north, I had him sit next me at table, my fire-lock leand in the corner. Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore, Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome. 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 for I see you, You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room. 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 beards of the young men glistend with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams passd all over their bodies. An unseen hand also passd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs. 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. The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market, I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down. 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. From the cinder-strewd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place. The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands poisd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast and loosens over his hip-band, His glance is calm and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead, The sun falls on his crispy hair and mustache, falls on the black of his polishd and perfect limbs. 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, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song. Oxen that rattle the yoke and 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 in 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. I believe in those wingd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me, And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me. The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation, The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close, Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky. The sharp-hoofd 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 same old law. The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them. I am enamourd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out. 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. The pure contralto sings in the organ loft, The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp, The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner, The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with a strong arm, The mate stands braced in the whale-boat, lance and harpoon are ready, The duck-shooter walks by silent and cautious stretches, The deacons are ordaind with crossd hands at the altar, The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel, The farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a First-day loafe and looks at the oats and rye, The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirmd case, (He will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mothers bed-room) The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco while his eyes blurr with the manuscript The malformd limbs are tied to the surgeons table, What is removed drops horribly in a pail The quadr oon girl is sold at the auction-stand, the drunkard nods by the bar-room stove, The machinist rolls up his sleeves, the policeman travels his beat, the gate-keeper marks who pass, The young fellow drives the express-wagon, (I love him, though I do not know him) The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race, The western turkey-shooting draws old and young, some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs, Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his position, levels his piece The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee, As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them from his saddle, The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their partners, the dancers bow to each other, The youth lies awake in the cedar-roofd garret and harks to the musical rain, The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron, The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemmd cloth is offering moccasins and bead-bags for sale, The connoisseur peers along the exhibition-gallery with half-shut eyes bent sideways, As the deck-hands make fast the steamboat the plank is thrown for the shore-going passengers, The young sister holds out the skein while the elder sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots, The one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago borne her first child, The clean-haird Yankee girl works with her sewing-machine or in the factory or mill, The paving-man leans on his two-handed rammer, the reporters lead flies swiftly over the note-book, the sign-painter is lettering with blue and gold, The canal boy trots on the tow-path, the book-keeper counts at his desk, the shoemaker waxes his thread, The conductor beats time for the band and all the performers follow him, The child is baptized, the convert is making his first professions, The regatta is spread on the bay, the race is begun, (how the white sails sparkle) The drover watching his drove sings out to them that would stray, The ped ler sweats with his pack on his back, (the purchaser higgling about the odd cent) The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly, The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-opend lips, The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck, The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other, (Miserable I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you) The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold, The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle, As the fare-collector goes through the train he gives notice by the jingling of loose change, The floor-men are laying the floor, the tinners are tinning the roof, the masons are calling for mortar, In single file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gatherd, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms) Seasons pursuing each other the plougher ploughs, the mower mows, and the winter-grain falls in the ground Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen surface, The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep with his axe, Flatboatmen make fast towards dusk near the cotton-wood or pecan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river or through those draind by the Tennessee, or through those of the Arkansas, Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw, Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great-grandsons around them, In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after their days sport, The city sleeps and the country sleeps, The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, The old husband sleeps by his wife and the youn g husband sleeps by his wife And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them, And such as it is to be of these more or less I am, And of these one and all I weave the song of myself. I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffd with the stuff that is coarse and stuffd with the stuff that is fine, One of the Nation of many nations, the smallest the same and the largest the same, A Southerner soon as a Northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable down by the Oconee I live, A Yankee bound my own way ready for trade, my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth, A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin leggings, a Louisianian or Georgian, A boatman over lakes or bays or along coasts, a Hoosier, Badger, Buckeye At home on Kanadian snow-shoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen off Newfoundland, At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest and tacking, At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine, or the Texan ranch, Comrade of Californians, comrade of free North-Westerners , (loving their big proportions,) Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen, comrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meat, A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfullest, A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons, Of every hue and caste am I, of every rank and religion, A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker, Prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician, priest. I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place. (The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.) These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing, If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing, If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing. This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe. With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquerd and slain persons. Have you heard that it was good to gain the day I also say it is good to 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. Vivas to those who have faild And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea And to those themselves who sank in the 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 meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited, The heavy-lippd slave is invited, the venerealee is invited There shall be no difference between them and the rest. 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 have 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 does the early redstart twittering through the woods Do I astonish more than they This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you. Who goes there hankering, gross, mystical, nude How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat What is a man anyhow what am I what are you 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. Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-removd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out. Why should I pray why should I venerate and be ceremonious Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counseld with doctors and calculated close, I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones. In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them. I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means. I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenters compass, I know I shall not pass like a childs carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night. I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait. My foothold is tenond and mortisd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time. I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new tongue. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men. I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development. Have you outstript the rest are you the President It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on. I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosomd night--press close magnetic nourishing night Night of south winds--night of the large few stars Still nodding night--mad naked summer night. Smile O voluptuous cool-breathd earth Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees Earth of departed sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake Far-swooping elbowd earth--rich apple-blossomd earth Smile, for your lover comes. Prodigal, you have given me love--therefore I to you give love O unspeakable passionate love. You sea 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, Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. Sea of stretchd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovelld yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases. Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others arms. I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also. What blurt is this about virtue and about vice Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finders or rejecters gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown. Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be workd over and rectified I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start. This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now. What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel. Endless unfolding of words of ages And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse. A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely. It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all. I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing. Hurrah for positive science long live exact demonstration Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches, These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas. This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician. Gentlemen, to you the first honors always Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling, I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling. Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with fugitives and them that plot and conspire. Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest. Unscrew the locks from the doors Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me. Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index. I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms. Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseasd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and of the father-stuff, And of the rights of them the others are down upon, Of the deformd, trivial, flat, foolish, despised, Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung. Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veild and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigurd. I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death is. I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touchd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds. If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you Firm masculine colter 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 washd sweet-flag timorous pond-snipe nest of guarded duplicate eggs it shall be you Mixd tussled hay of head, beard, 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 live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you Hands I have taken, face I have kissd, mortal I have ever touchd, i t 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. That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. To behold the day-break 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 heavd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me. We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak. My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds. Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why dont you let it out then Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day.) My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. 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. Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night, Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick, The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heaveeyo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and colord lights, The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow march playd at the head of the association marching two and two, (They go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.) I h ear the violoncello, (tis the young mans hearts complaint,) I hear the keyd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast. I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me. A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full. I hear the traind soprano (what work with hers is this) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possessd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lickd by the indolent waves, I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath, Steepd amid honeyd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death, At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles, And that we call Being. To be in any form, what is that (Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more developd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough. Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one elses is about as much as I can stand. Is this then a touch quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs, Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip, Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial, Depriving me of my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist, Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture-fields, Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away, They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the edges of me, No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my anger, Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while, Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me. The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against me. I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there. You villain touch what are you doing my breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me. Blind loving wrestling touch, sheathd hooded sharp-toothd touch Did it make you ache so, leaving me Parting trackd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward. Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden. All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch) Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. (Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies is so.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman, And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other, And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific, And until one and all shall delight us, and we them. I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-doeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depressd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels. I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, And am stuccod with quadrupeds and birds all over, And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, But call any thing back again when I desire it. In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powderd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low, In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky, In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs, In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods, In vain the razor-billd auk sails far north to Labrador, I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff. I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-containd, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth. So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession. I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms. 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. His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return. I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you. Space and Time now I see it is true, what I guessd at, What I guessd when I loafd on the grass, What I guessd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walkd the beach under the paling stars of the morning. My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision. By the citys quadrangular houses--in log huts, camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees of a new purchase, Scorchd ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river, Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter, Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the otter is feeding on fish, Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou, Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tall Over the growing sugar, over the yellow-flowerd cotton plant, over the rice in its low moist field, Over the sharp-peakd farm house, with its scallopd scum and slender shoots from the gutters, Over the western persimmon, over the long-leavd corn, o ver the delicate blue-flower flax, Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with the rest, Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low scragged limbs, Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through the leaves of the brush, Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot, Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve, where the great goldbug drops through the dark, Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to the meadow, Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their hides, Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters Where trip-hammers crash, where the press is whirling its cylinders, Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its ribs, Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it myself and looking composedly down,) Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand, Where the she-whale swims with her calf and never forsakes it, Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke, Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water, Where the half-burnd brig is riding on unknown currents, Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below Where the dense-starrd flag is borne at the head of the regiments, Approaching Manhattan up by the long-stretching island, Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance, Upon a door-step, upon the horse-block of hard wood outside, Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs or a good game of base-ball, At he-festivals, with blackguard gibes, ironical license, bull-dances, drinking, laughter, At the cider-mill tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the juice through a straw, At apple-peel ings wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find, At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles, screams, weeps, Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard, where the dry-stalks are scatterd, where the brood-cow waits in the hovel, Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, where the stud to the mare, where the cock is treading the hen, Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks, Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie, Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near, Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding, Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her near-human laugh, Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds, Where band-neckd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out, Where bur ial coaches enter the archd gates of a cemetery, Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees, Where the yellow-crownd heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and feeds upon small crabs, Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon, Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well, Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves, Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs, Through the gymnasium, through the curtaind saloon, through the office or public hall Pleasd with the native and pleasd with the foreign, pleasd with the new and old, Pleasd with the homely woman as well as the handsome, Pleasd with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously, Pleasd with the tune of the choir of the whitewashd church, Pleasd with the earnest words of the sweating Methodist preacher, impressd seriously at the camp-meeting Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole foreno on, flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass, Wandering the same afternoon with my face turnd up to the clouds, or down a lane or along the beach, My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle Coming home with the silent and dark-cheekd bush-boy, (behind me he rides at the drape of the day,) Far from the settlements studying the print of animals feet, or the moccasin print, By the cot in the hospital reaching lemonade to a feverish patient, Nigh the coffind corpse when all is still, examining with a candle Voyaging to every port to dicker and adventure, Hurrying with the modern crowd as eager and fickle as any, Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him, Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while, Walking the old hills of Judaea with the beautiful gentle God by my side, Speeding through space, speeding through heaven and the stars, Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring, and the diam eter of eighty thousand miles, Speeding with taild meteors, throwing fire-balls like the rest, Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly, Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads. I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripend and look at quintillions green. I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets. I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent me. I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns to me. I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue. I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crows-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is plain in all directions, The white-topt mountains show in the distance, I fling out my fancies toward them, We are approaching some great battle-field in which we are soon to be engaged, We pass the colossal outposts of the encampment, we pass with still feet and caution, Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruind city, The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe. I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips. My voice is the wifes voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my mans body up dripping and drownd. I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times, How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steamship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave not back an inch, and was faithful of days and faithful of nights, And chalkd in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, we will not desert you How he followd with them and tackd with them three days and would not give it up, How he saved the drifting company at last, How the lank loose-gownd women lookd when boated from the side of their prepared graves, How the silent old-faced infants and the lifted sick, and the sharp-lippd unshaved men All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I sufferd, I was there. The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemnd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, coverd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinnd with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks. Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe. I am the mashd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have cleard the beams away, they tenderly lift me forth. I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches. Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself. I am an old artillerist, I tell of my forts bombardment, I am there again. Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive. I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aimd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air. Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments. Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo,) Tis the tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and twelve young men. Retreating they had formd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone, They treated for an honorable capitulation, receivd writing and seal, gave up their arms and marchd back prisoners of war. They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship, Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age. The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five oclock and was over by eight. None obeyd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maimd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers saw them there, Some half-killd attempted to crawl away, These were despatchd with bayonets or batterd with the blunts of muskets, A youth not seventeen years old seizd his assassin till two more came to release him, The three were all torn and coverd with the boys blood. At eleven oclock began the burning of the bodies That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men. Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars List to the yarn, as my grandmothers father the sailor told it to me. Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he,) His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be Along the lowerd eve he came horribly raking us. We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touchd, My captain lashd fast with his own hands. We had receivd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead. Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten oclock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves. The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust. Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter If our colors are struck and the fighting done 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. Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemys main-mast, Two well servd with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear his decks. The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action. Not a moments cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine. One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking. Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns. Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us. Stretchd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the one we have conquerd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white as a sheet, Near by the corpse of the child that servd in the cabin, The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curld whiskers, The flames spite of all that can be done flickering aloft and below, The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty, Formless stacks of bodies and bodies by themselves, dabs of flesh upon the masts and spars, Cut of cordage, dangle of rigging, slight shock of the soothe of waves, Black and impassive guns, litter of powder-parcels, strong scent, A few large stars overhead, silent and mournful shining, Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and fields by the shore, death-messages given in charge to survivors, The hiss of the surgeons knife, the gn awing teeth of his saw, Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild scream, and long, dull, tapering groan, These so, these irretrievable. You laggards there on guard look to your arms In at the conquerd doors they crowd I am possessd Embody all presences outlawd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain. For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barrd at night. Not a mutineer walks handcuffd to jail but I am handcuffd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced. Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp, My face is ash-colord, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat. Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg. Enough enough enough Somehow I have been stunnd. Stand back Give me a little time beyond my cuffd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake. That I could forget the mockers and insults That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning. I remember now, I resume the overstaid fraction, The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves, Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me. I troop forth replenishd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years. Eleves, I salute you come forward Continue your annotations, continue your questionings. The friendly and flowing savage, who is he Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it Is he some Southwesterner raisd out-doors is he Kanadian Is he from the Mississippi country Iowa, Oregon, California The mountains prairie-life, bush-life or sailor from the sea Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them. Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncombd head, laughter, and naivete, Slow-stepping feet, common features, 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 surfaces and depths also. Earth you seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, 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 that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days. Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself. You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarfd 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. I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you. To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean, On his right cheek I put the family kiss, And in my soul I swear I never will deny him. On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes. (This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door. Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home. I seize the descending man and raise him with resistless will, O despairer, here is my neck, By God, you shall not go down hang your whole weight upon me. I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an armd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves. Sleep--I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so. I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help. I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years It is middling well as far as it goes--but is that all Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved, With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image, Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more, Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days, (They bore mites as for unfledgd birds who have now to rise and fly and sing for themselves,) Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see, Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house, Putting higher claims for him there with his rolld-up sleeves driving the malle t and chisel, Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation, Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me than the gods of the antique wars, Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction, Their brawny limbs passing safe over charrd laths, their white foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames By the mechanics wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for every person born, Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts baggd out at their waists, The snag-toothd hostler with red hair redeeming sins past and to come, Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and not filling the square rod then, The bull and the bug never worshippd half enough, Dung and dirt more admirable than was dreamd, Th e supernatural of no account, myself waiting my time to be one of the supremes, The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the best, and be as prodigious By my life-lumps becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambushd womb of the shadows. A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final. Come my children, Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates, Now the performer launches his nerve, he has passd his prelude on the reeds within. Easily written loose-fingerd chords--I feel the thrum of your climax and close. My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine. Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thornd thumb, that breath of itches and thirsts, Ever the vexers hoot hoot till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death. Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming. This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate. The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and taild coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas,) I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them. I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself. Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring This printed and bound book--but the printer and the printing-office boy The well-taken photographs--but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms The black ship maild with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets--but the pluck of the captain and engineers In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture--but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes The sky up there--yet here or next door, or across the way The saints and sages in history--but you yourself Sermons, creeds, theology--but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason and what is love and what is life I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years, Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, sal uting the sun, Making a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in the circle of obis, Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols, Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and austere in the woods a gymnosophist, Drinking mead from the skull-cap, to Shastas and Vedas admirant, minding the Koran, Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife, beating the serpent-skin drum, Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine, To the mass kneeling or the puritans prayer rising, or sitting patiently in a pew, Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till my spirit arouses me, Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land, Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits. One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey. Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, disheartend, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief. How the flukes splash How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely the same. I do not know what is untried and afterward, But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail. Each who passes is considerd, each who stops is considerd, not single one can it fall. It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peepd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old man who has lived without purpose, and feels it with bitterness worse than gall, Nor him in the poor house tubercled by rum and the bad disorder, Nor the numberless slaughterd and wreckd, nor the brutish koboo calld the ordure of humanity, Nor the sacs merely floating with open mouths for food to slip in, Nor any thing in the earth, or down in the oldest graves of the earth, Nor any thing in the myriads of spheres, nor the myriads of myriads that inhabit them, Nor the present, nor the least wisp that is known. It is time to explain myself--let us stand up. What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown. The clock indicates the moment--but what does eternity indicate We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them. Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety. I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any. Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation) I am an acme of things accomplishd, and I an encloser of things to be. My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly traveld, and still I mount and mount. Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon. Long I was huggd close--long and long. Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have helpd me. Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it. For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care. All forces have been steadily employd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul. O span of youth ever-pushd elasticity O manhood, balanced, florid and full. 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 from the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine. Old age superbly rising O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any. I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems. Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward. 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. There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where we now stand, And surely go as much farther, and then farther and farther. A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, any thing is but a part. See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that. My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there. I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured. I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange, But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, My left hand hooking you round the waist, My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road. Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself. It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land. Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth, Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go. If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And in due time you shall repay the same service to me, For after we start we never lie by again. This day before dawn I ascended a hill and lookd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be filld and satisfied then And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond. You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself. Sit a while dear son, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence. Long enough have you dreamd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life. Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair. I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher. The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp steel cuts, First-rate to ride, to fight, to hit the bulls eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song or play on the banjo, Preferring scars and the beard and faces pitted with small-pox over all latherers, And those well-tannd to those that keep out of the sun. I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them. I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins to be loosend.) I swear I will never again mention love or death inside a house, And I swear I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her who privately stays with me in the open air. If you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words. No shutterd room or school can commune with me, But roughs and little children better than they. The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well, The woodman that takes his axe and jug with him shall take me with him all day, The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice, In vessels that sail my words sail, I go with fishermen and seamen and love them. The soldier campd or upon the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them, On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek me. My face rubs to the hunters face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment and forget where they are, They and all would resume what I have told them. I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than ones self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud, And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth, And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times, And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero, And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeld universe, And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes. And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.) I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself. Why should I wish to see God better than this day I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is signd by Gods name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoeer I go, Others will punctually come for ever and ever. And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me. To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting, I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors, And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape. And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polishd breasts of melons. And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns--O grass of graves--O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you do not say any thing how can I say any thing Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and dusk--toss on the black stems that decay in the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs. I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night, I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small. There is that in me--I do not know what it is--but I know it is in me. Wrenchd and sweaty--calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep--I sleep long. I do not know it--it is without name--it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol. Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me. Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines I plead for my brothers and sisters. Do you see O my brothers and sisters It is not chaos or death--it is form, union, plan--it is eternal life--it is Happiness. The past and present wilt--I have filld them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. Listener up there what have you to confide to me Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab. Who has done his days work who will soonest be through with his supper Who wishes to walk with me Will you speak before I am gone will you prove already too late The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadowd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you. 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