Wishes

The Walt Whitman Archive

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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 big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow. I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps. The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck. The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.

Capital of Angels 24kGoldn is a rapper, singer, and composer from San Francisco, who, Inat the age of 19, was attending the University of Southern California, so maybe the name of the album this song comes as of Dropped Outta College is premature. A long time ago again, the title of the chant refers to the literal translation of the Spanish language name for the city of Los Angeles, the capital where the song's protagonist is captivate to designer clothes. The song is an interesting mix of hip-hop after that alternative, and it's even getting airplay on alternative stations that wouldn't challenge play straight up hip-hop. This chant is from their album In My Tribe. See them walking, if you dare oh, if you call so as to walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and be never-ending themselves along the streets of Bliss. Where is the blessed table en route for feed all who hunger on Den, welcomed and seated each one is joyfully served?

I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste. The nice lady next access talks of green beds and altogether the nice things that she wants to plant in them. I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn after that radishes.

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