Listen to:
by Walt Whitman
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
I am he that walks with the tender
and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea
half-held by the night.
Press close bare-bosom'd night -
press close magnetic nourishing night!
Night of south winds - night of the
large few stars!
Still nodding night - mad naked
summer night.
Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd
earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid
trees!
Earth of departed sunset - earth of
the mountains misty-topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the
full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling
the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds
brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbow'd earth - rich
apple-blossom'd earth!
Smile, for your lover comes.
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