Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The…

1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good…

Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap Wells like…

I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow…