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Calamus 1

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.


IN paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the standards hitherto published—from  
 the pleasures, profits, conformities,
Which too long I was offering to feed to my Soul Clear to me now, standards not yet published— 
 clear to me that my Soul,
That the Soul of the man I speak for, feeds, rejoices  
 only in comrades;
Here, by myself, away from the clank of the world, Tallying and talked to here by tongues aromatic, No longer abashed—for in this secluded spot I can  
 respond as I would not dare elsewhere,
Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, 
 yet contains all the rest,
Resolved to sing no songs to-day but those of manly  
Projecting them along that substantial life, Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love, 29*   [ begin page 342 ]ppp.01500.350.jpg Afternoon, this delicious Ninth Month, in my forty- 
 first year,
I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young  
To tell the secret of my nights and days, To celebrate the need of comrades.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.

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