To Old Age
I see in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great sea.
Locations and Times
Locations and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home? Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
Offerings
A thousand perfect men and women appear, Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and youths, with offerings.
To the States
To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad
Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing? What deepening twilight—scum floating atop of the waters, Who are they as bats and night-dogs askant in the capitol? What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North, your arctic freezings!) Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that the President? Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for reasons; (With gathering murk, with muttering thunder and lambent shoots we all duly awake, South, North, East, West, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.)