Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.

NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY.

NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only; Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself; Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs; Not in many an oath and promise broken; Not in my wilful and savage soul's volition; Not in the subtle nourishment of the air; Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and
wrists; Not in the curious systole and diastole within, which
will one day cease; Not in many a hungry wish, told to the skies only; Not in cries, laughter, defiances, thrown from me when
alone, far in the wilds; Not in husky pantings through clench'd teeth; Not in sounded and resounded words—chattering words,
echoes, dead words; Not in the murmurs of my dreams while I sleep, Nor the other murmurs of these incredible dreams of
every day; Nor in the limbs and senses of my body, that take you
and dismiss you continually—Not there; Not in any or all of them, O adhesiveness! O pulse of
my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself, any more than
in these songs.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.