Walt Whitman

LEAVES OF GRASS
(1891-92 issue)
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8

 The little one sleeps in its cradle,
 I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies
 with my hand.
 
 The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill,
 I peeringly view them from the top.
 
 The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,
 I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol
 has fallen.
 
 The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of
 the promenaders,
 The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the
 clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,
 The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls,
 The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rous'd mobs,
 The flap of the curtain'd litter, a sick man inside borne to the hospital,
 The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall,
 The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly working his
 passage to the centre of the crowd,
 The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes,
 What groans of over-fed or half-starv'd who fall sunstruck or in fits,
 What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and
 give birth to babes,
 What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls
 restrain'd by decorum,
 Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances,
 rejections with convex lips,
 I mind them or the show or resonance of them--I come and I depart.