A song, a poem of itself—the word itself… Amid the wilds, the rocks, the storm and… To me such misty, strange tableaux the s… Yonnondio— I see, far in the west or north, a limit…

The business man the acquirer vast, After assiduous years surveying results,… Devises houses and lands to his children… funds for a school or hospital, Leaves money to certain companions to bu…

Over and through the burial chant, Organ and solemn service, sermon, bendin… To me come interpolation sounds not in t… crowding up the aisle and from the windo… Of sudden battle’s hurry and harsh noise…

By the city dead-house by the gate, As idly sauntering wending my way from t… I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form… Her corpse they deposit unclaim’d, it li… The divine woman, her body, I see the b…

WHY reclining, interrogating? Why myse… What deepening twilight! scum floating a… Who are they, as bats and night-dogs, as… What a filthy Presidentiad! (O south, y… arctic freezings!)

O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed S… O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and… to me! O dear to me my birth-things—all moving… was born—the grains, plants, rivers,

Pensive, on her dead gazing, I heard th… Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the fo… battle-fields gazing; As she call’d to her earth with mournful… stalk’d:

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be l… No birth, identity, form—no object of th… Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thi… Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sp… Ample are time and space—ample the field…