Leaves of grass. | ||
WE TWO — HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D.
WE two — how long we were fool'd!
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;
We are Nature — long have we been absent, but now we return;
We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;
We are bedded in the ground — we are rocks;
We are oaks — we grow in the openings side by side;
We browse — we are two among the wild herds, spon- taneous as any;
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together;
We are what the locust blossoms are — we drop scent around the lanes, mornings and evenings;
We are also the coarse smut of beats, vegetables, minerals;
We are two predatory hawks — we soar above, and look down;
We are two resplendent suns — we it is who balance ourselves, orbic and stellar — we are as two comets;
We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods — we spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving overhead;
We are seas mingling — we are two of those cheerful waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting each other;
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious;
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness — we are each pro- duct and influence of the globe;
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again — we two have;
We have voided all but freedom, and all but our own joy.
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;
We are Nature — long have we been absent, but now we return;
We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;
We are bedded in the ground — we are rocks;
We are oaks — we grow in the openings side by side;
We browse — we are two among the wild herds, spon- taneous as any;
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together;
We are what the locust blossoms are — we drop scent around the lanes, mornings and evenings;
We are also the coarse smut of beats, vegetables, minerals;
We are two predatory hawks — we soar above, and look down;
We are two resplendent suns — we it is who balance ourselves, orbic and stellar — we are as two comets;
We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods — we spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving overhead;
We are seas mingling — we are two of those cheerful waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting each other;
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious;
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness — we are each pro- duct and influence of the globe;
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again — we two have;
We have voided all but freedom, and all but our own joy.
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Leaves of grass. | ||