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This Compost.

Part of the cluster LEAVES OF GRASS.



1SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest; I withdraw from the still woods I loved; I will not go now on the pastures to walk; I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my  
 lover the sea;
I will not touch my flesh to the earth, as to other flesh,  
 to renew me.
2O how can it be that the ground does not sicken? How can you be alive, you growths of spring? How can you furnish health, you blood of herbs, roots,  
 orchards, grain?
Are they not continually putting distemper'd corpses  
 within you?
Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour  
3Where have you disposed of their carcasses? Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations; Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat; I do not see any of it upon you to-day—or perhaps I am  
I will run a furrow with my plough—I will press my  
 spade through the sod, and turn it up under- 
I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat.
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4Behold this compost! behold it well! Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick per- 
 son—Yet behold!
The grass of spring covers the prairies, The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the  
The delicate spear of the onion pierces upward, The apple-buds cluster together on the apple-branches, The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage  
 out of its graves,
The tinge awakes over the willow-tree and the mul 
The he-birds carol mornings and evenings, while the  
 birds sit on their nests,
The young of poultry break through the hatch'd eggs, The new-born of animals appear—the calf is dropt from  
 the cow, the colt from the mare,
Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato's dark  
 green leaves,
Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk—the lilacs  
 bloom in the door-yards;
The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above  
 all those strata of sour dead.
5What chemistry! That the winds are really not infectious, That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of  
 the sea, which is so amorous after me,
That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over  
 with its tongues,
That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have  
 deposited themselves in it,
That all is clean forever and forever, That the cool drink from the well tastes so good, That blackberries are so flavorous and juicy, That the fruits of the apple-orchard, and of the orange- 
 orchard—that melons, grapes, peaches, plums,  
 will none of them poison me,
That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any  
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 was once a catching disease.


6Now I am terrified at the Earth! it is that calm and  
It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions, It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such  
 endless successions of diseas'd corpses,
It distils such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor, It renews with such unwitting looks, its prodigal, an- 
 nual, sumptuous crops,
It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such  
 leavings from them at last.

Part of the cluster LEAVES OF GRASS.

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