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yunoholic | Nov 13, 2012 5:44 PM

yunoholic | Nov 13, 2012 8:17 AM

yunoholic | Nov 12, 2012 7:18 AM

let us go then
you and i

when the evening is spread out against the sky

yunoholic | Nov 9, 2012 1:12 PM

yunoholic | Nov 9, 2012 8:41 AM

yunoholic | Nov 8, 2012 9:38 PM

yunoholic | Nov 8, 2012 9:20 AM

I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil,
this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and
their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never
forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

yunoholic | Nov 7, 2012 8:17 PM

goodnight

yunoholic | Nov 7, 2012 6:27 PM

once more

yunoholic | Nov 7, 2012 9:14 AM

I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you,
And you must not be abased to the other.
Loaf with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips, and gently turned over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stripped heart,
And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,
And that a kelson of the creation is love,
And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them,
And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heaped stones, elder, mullein and pokeweed.

yunoholic | Nov 7, 2012 8:18 AM