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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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AS AT THY PORTALS ALSO DEATH.
AS at thy portals also death, |
Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, |
To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity, |
To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me, |
(I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still, |
I sit by the form in the coffin, |
I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks,
the closed eyes in the coffin;)
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To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth, life,
love, to me the best,
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I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs, |
And set a tombstone here. |
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