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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

Raise main-sail and jib—steer forth, O little white-hull'd sloop, now speed on really deep waters, (I

(My verses, written first for forenoon life, and for the summer's, autumn's spread, I pass to snow-white

is, Let it remain back there on its nail suspended, With pink, blue, yellow, all blanch'd, and the white

golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun; The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white

spasmic geyser- loops geyserloops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing, Nor Oregon's white

thy varied strange suggestions, (I see and plainly list thy talk and conference here,) Thy troops of white-maned

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

soiree, I heard what the singers were singing 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

The cactus guarded with thorns, the laurel-tree with large white flowers, The range afar, the richness

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

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

NOT alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, When as order'd forward, after a long march

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!

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

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

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

signs, I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad, I would sing how an old man, tall, with white

Winds blowsouth, 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!

Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my dead lips

In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand, Tears

For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss'd arms, and let your white hair be, Here gape your great

buckle the straps carefully, Outdoors arming, indoors arming, the flash of the musket-barrels, The white

Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man

WHO are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare

and still in the coffin—I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the

Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

surrounding cloud that will not free my soul. 3 In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd

wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen, Passing the apple-tree blows of white

I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them, And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them, I saw the debris

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

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

grave an ancient sorrowful mother, Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground, Her old white

cold ground with fore- head forehead between your knees, O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white

some are such beautiful animals, so lofty looking; Some are buff-color'd, some mottled, one has a white

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

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

soiree, I heard what the singers were singing 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

The cactus guarded with thorns, the laurel-tree with large white flowers, The range afar, the richness

NOT alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, When as order'd forward, after a long march

imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine, Where joyous full of faith, spreading white

spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the

the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd 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

I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider

man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person, The shape of his head, 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 cunning in tendon and nerve, They shall be stript

and the bay of Biscay, The clear-sunn'd Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands, The White

bay to notice the vessels arriving, Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me, Saw the white

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

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

where men have not yet sail'd, the farthest polar sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes, White

tree tops, Below, the red cedar festoon'd 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

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

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

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

murderer with haggard face and pinion'd arms, The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipp'd

Behold, the sea itself, And on its limitless, heaving breast, the ships; See, where their white sails

venerable and innocent joys, Perennial hardy life of me with joys 'mid rain and many a summer sun, And the white

you. 4 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

setting in toward land, The great steady wind from west or west-by-south, Floating so buoyant with milk-white

, I was refresh'd by the storm, I watch'd with joy the threatening maws of the waves, I mark'd the white

Some emerge on the opposite bank, others are just entering the ford—while, Scarlet and blue and snowy white

now the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms, Sickly white

bleeding to death, (he is shot in the abdomen,) I stanch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white