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SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
SCENTED herbage of my breast,
Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards,
Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me above death,
Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall not freeze you
delicate leaves,
delicate leaves,
Every year shall you bloom again, out from where you retired you
shall emerge again;
shall emerge again;
O I do not know whether many passing by will discover you or
inhale your faint odor, but I believe a few will;
inhale your faint odor, but I believe a few will;
O slender leaves! O blossoms of my blood! I permit you to tell
in your own way of the heart that is under you,
in your own way of the heart that is under you,
O I do not know what you mean there underneath yourselves, you
are not happiness,
are not happiness,
You are often more bitter than I can bear, you burn and sting me,
Yet you are beautiful to me you faint tinged roots, you make me
think of death,
think of death,
Death is beautiful from you, (what indeed is finally beautiful except
death and love?)
death and love?)
O I think it is not for life I am chanting here my chant of lovers,
I think it must be for death,
I think it must be for death,
For how calm, how solemn it grows to ascend to the atmosphere
of lovers,
of lovers,
Death or life I am then indifferent, my soul declines to prefer,
(I am not sure but the high soul of lovers welcomes death most,)
Indeed O death, I think now these leaves mean precisely the same
as you mean,
as you mean,
Grow up taller sweet leaves that I may see! grow up out of my
breast!
breast!
Spring away from the conceal'd heart there!
Do not fold yourself so in your pink-tinged roots timid leaves!
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Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my breast!
Come I am determin'd to unbare this broad breast of mine, I
have long enough stifled and choked;
have long enough stifled and choked;
Emblematic and capricious blades I leave you, now you serve me
not,
not,
I will say what I have to say by itself,
I will sound myself and comrades only, I will never again utter a
call only their call,
call only their call,
I will raise with it immortal reverberations through the States,
I will give an example to lovers to take permanent shape and
will through the States,
will through the States,
Through me shall the words be said to make death exhilarating,
Give me your tone therefore O death, that I may accord with it,
Give me yourself, for I see that you belong to me now above all,
and are folded inseparably together, you love and death are,
and are folded inseparably together, you love and death are,
Nor will I allow you to balk me any more with what I was calling life,
For now it is convey'd to me that you are the purports essential,
That you hide in these shifting forms of life, for reasons, and that
they are mainly for you,
they are mainly for you,
That you beyond them come forth to remain, the real reality,
That behind the mask of materials you patiently wait, no matter
how long,
how long,
That you will one day perhaps take control of all,
That you will perhaps dissipate this entire show of appearance,
That may-be you are what it is all for, but it does not last so very
long,
long,
But you will last very long.