Leaves of grass. | ||
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63 The butcher-boy puts off
his killing clothes, or
sharpens his
knife at the stall in the market;
I loiter, enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
64 Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil;
Each has his main-sledge — they are all out — (there is a great heat in the fire.)
65 From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements;
The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms;
Overhand the hammers swing — overhand so slow — overhand so sure:
They do not hasten — each man hits in his place.
I loiter, enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
64 Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil;
Each has his main-sledge — they are all out — (there is a great heat in the fire.)
65 From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements;
The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms;
Overhand the hammers swing — overhand so slow — overhand so sure:
They do not hasten — each man hits in his place.
Leaves of grass. | ||