Sanders doubles down

Some are baffled, but that one is notthat one knows me
And the wife and the child and the musing comrade sufferd
No more the mountains roam or sail the stormy sea
Down in Texas the cotton-field, the negro-cabins, drivers driving
Every hour the semen of centuries, and still of centuries
Reasons, most wondrous
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me
Does the daylight astonish? does the early redstart twittering

Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice
Unfolded only out of the inimitable poems of woman can come the
But you will last very long
Liberty, let others despair of youI never despair of you
Embalmd with love in this twilight song
Sing on, sing on you gray-brown bird
Old occult Brahma interminably far back, the tender and junior Buddha
Who are they I see and touch, and what about them?
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain

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