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The young men float on their backs, their white bellies swell to the sun . . . . they do not ask who

I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.

I see his white body . . . .

white- blow white-blow and delirious juice, Bridegroom-night of love working surely and softly into the

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morningglories, and white and

wildpigeon and highhold and orchard-oriole and coot and surf-duck and redshouldered-hawk and fish-hawk and white-ibis

Little or big, learned or unlearned, white or black, legal or illegal, sick or well, from the first inspiration

sleeps at my side all night and close on the peep of the day, And leaves for me baskets covered with white

And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of

The young men float on their backs, their white bellies swell to the sun . . . . they do not ask who

I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.

sum of all known value and respect I add up in you whoever you are; The President is up there in the White

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it; Did you think it was in the white or gray

fruitstand . . . . the beef on the butcher's stall, The bread and cakes in the bakery . . . . the white

The wretched features of ennuyees, the white features of corpses, the livid faces of drunkards, the sick-gray

and drinking, Laps life-swelling yolks . . . . laps ear of rose-corn, milky and just ripened: The white

I see his white body . . . .

with measureless love . . . . and the son holds the father in his arms with measureless love, The white

hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter, The breath of the boy goes with the breath

beauty of person; The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of his manners, the pale yellow and white

white- blow white-blow and delirious juice, Bridegroom-night of love working surely and softly into the

Examine these limbs, red black or white . . . . they are very cunning in tendon and nerve; They shall

unearthly cry, Its veins down the neck distend . . . . its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites

Off the word I have spoken I except not one . . . . red white or black, all are deific, In each house

soiree, I heard what the run of poets were saying so long, Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white

She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse, The sun just shines on her old white

Bring down those tossed arms, and let your white hair be; Here gape your smart grandsons . . . . their

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morningglories, and white and

sunset . . . . the river between, Shadows . . aureola and mist . . light falling on roofs and gables of white

The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes

you white or black owners of slaves! You owned persons dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops!

pass up or down, white-sailed schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

Let the white person tread the black person under his heel! (Say!

only in the circle of themselves, modest and pretty, desperately scratching for rhymes, pallid with white

worlds and new, who accept evil as well as good, ignorance as well as erudition, black as soon as white

neck open, shirt-collar flat and broad, countenance tawny transparent red, beard well-mottled with white

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun; I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it

side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day, And leaves for me baskets covered with white

And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of

The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes

Painless after all I lie, exhausted but not so un- happy unhappy , White and beautiful are the faces

of their churches—I hear the responsive base and soprano, I hear the wail of utter despair of the white

- haired white-haired Irish grand-parents, when they learn the death of their grand-son, I hear the cry

Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands, The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America, The White

you white or black owners of slaves! You owned persons dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops!

I see not merely that you are polite or white-faced, married, single, citizens of old states, citizens

The sum of all known reverence I add up in you, whoever you are, The President is there in the White

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it, Did you think it was in the white or gray

bars of pig-iron, the strong clean-shaped T rail for rail- roads railroads , Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works

those of the grape, Welcome are lands of sugar and rice, Welcome the cotton-lands—welcome those of the white

forming in line, the echoed rise and fall of the arms forcing the water, The slender, spasmic blue-white

murderer with haggard face and pinioned arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipped

the old response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white

beauty of person, 8 The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of his manners, the pale yellow and white

swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow

Examine these limbs, red, black, or white—they are so cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript

wild-pigeon, high-hold, orchard- oriole orchard-oriole , coot, surf-duck, red-shouldered-hawk, fish-hawk, white-ibis

notice the arriv- ing arriving ships, Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me, Saw the white

serpentine pennants, The large and small steamers in motion, the pi- lots pilots in their pilot-houses, The white

pass up or down, white-sailed schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!

Bring down those tossed arms and let your white hair be, Here gape your smart grand-sons—their wives

Remember what was promulged by the founders, ratified by The States, signed in black and white by the

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

sun- set sunset , the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, light falling on roofs and gables of white

The wretched features of ennuyees, the white features of corpses, the livid faces of drunk- ards drunkards

sweet eating and drinking, Laps life-swelling yolks—laps ear of rose-corn, milky and just ripened; The white

and even to his head, he strikes out with courageous arms, he urges himself with his legs, I see his white

his arms with measureless love, and the son holds the father in his arms with measureless love, The white

hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter, The breath of the boy goes with the breath

the unearthly cry, Its veins down the neck distend, its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites

Off the word I have spoken I except not one — red, white, black, all are deific, In each house is the

soiree, I heard what the singers were singing so long, Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white

She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch of the farm-house, The sun just shines on her old white

Let the white person tread the black person under his heel! (Say!

the little islands, the larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white

O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—And then the women gone, Sinking there, while

Debris 10 ONE sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair, He has the simple magnificence

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

The wretched features of ennuyés, the white features of corpses, the livid faces of drunkards, the sick

sweet eating and drinking, Laps life-swelling yolks—laps ear of rose-corn, milky and just ripened; The white

and even to his head— he strikes out with courageous arms—he urges himself with his legs, I see his white

his arms with measureless love, and the son holds the father in his arms with measureless love, The white

hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter, The breath of the boy goes with the breath

Let the white person tread the black person under his heel! (Say!

We, loose winrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See!

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

you white or black owners of slaves! You owned persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood- drops!

pass up or down, white-sailed schooners, sloops, lighters! Flaunt away, flags of all nations!

We, loose winrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See!

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

afar at sunset— the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, light falling on roofs and gables of white

the thick tangle, the openings, and the pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white

beauty of person, The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of his manners, the pale yellow and white

swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow

Examine these limbs, red, black, or white—they are so cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript

hurry in and out, Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe summer, bears lightly along white

Behold this swarthy and unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck

O the huge sob—A few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—And then the women gone, Sinking there, while

ONE sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair, He has the simple magnificence of health

shall see how I stump clergymen, and confound them, You shall see me showing a scarlet tomato, and a white

side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day, And leaves for me baskets covered with white

And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of

The young men float on their backs—their white bellies bulge to the sun—they do not ask who seizes fast

I believe in those winged purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider

those of the grape, Welcome are lands of sugar and rice, Welcome the cotton-lands—welcome those of the white

fire-trumpets, the falling in line, the rise and fall of the arms forcing the water, The slender, spasmic blue-white

murderer with haggard face and pinioned arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipped

the old response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white

I see not merely that you are polite or white-faced, married, single, citizens of old States, citizens

The sum of all known reverence I add up in you, whoever you are, The President is there in the White

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it, Did you think it was in the white or gray

the stumpy bars of pig-iron, the strong clean-shaped T rail for railroads, Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works

where men have not yet sailed— the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes; White

tree-tops, Below, the red cedar, festooned with tylandria—the pines and cypresses, growing out of the white

wind; The camp of Georgia wagoners, just after dark—the supper-fires, and the cooking and eating by whites

Let the white person tread the black person under his heel! (Say!

Remember what was promulged by the founders, rat- ified ratified by The States, signed in black and white

We, loose winrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See!

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and

afar at sunset— the river between, Shadows, aureola and mist, light falling on roofs and gables of white

the thick tangle, the openings, and the pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white

of their churches —I hear the responsive base and soprano, I hear the wail of utter despair of the white-haired

and from one to an- other another of its islands, The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America, The White

you white or black owners of slaves! You owned persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood- drops!

My children and grand-children—my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long

I am more than eighty years of age—my hair, too, is pure white—I am the most venerable mother; How clear

Winds blow South, or winds blow North, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

shadows, Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights after their sorts, The white

What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Loud! Loud! Loud I call to you my love!

the unearthly cry, Its veins down the neck distend, its eyes roll till they show nothing but their whites

Off the word I have spoken I except not one—red, white, black, are all deific, In each house is the ovum—it

soiree, I heard what the singers were singing so long, Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white

She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch of the farm-house, The sun just shines on her old white