We are what the flowing wet of the Tennessee is —
we are two peaks of the Blue Mountains, rising
up in Virginia,
We are two predatory hawks — we soar above and
look down,
We are two resplendent suns — we it is who balance
ourselves orbic and stellar — we are as two
comets;
We prowl fanged and four-footed in the woods — we
spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving
overhead,
We are seas mingling — we are two of those cheerful
waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting
each other,
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive,
pervious, impervious,
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness — we are each
product and influence of the globe,
We have circled and circled till we have arrived
home again — we two have,
We have voided all but freedom, and all but our
own joy.
8.
Native moments! when you come upon me — Ah
you are here now!
Give me now libidinous joys only!
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life
coarse and rank!
To-day, I go consort with nature's darlings — to-night too,