The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.Why should I wish to see God better than this day?Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.
One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking.
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