Sanders campaign releases

Some naked and savage, some like huge collections of insects
All distances of time, all inanimate forms
Nor alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars
Does not repel them or the past or what they have produced under
Each of us allowd the eternal purports of the earth
Reason, articulation, comparison, memory, and the like
So hard for his hand to release those handsno more will they meet
Come lovely and soothing death
As on the road or at some crevice door by chance, or opend window
Marriage, the street, the factory, farm, the house-room, lodging-room
Peal the old cry once more

Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me I have
I see the nameless masonries, venerable messages of the unknown
Green the midsummer verdure and fresh blows the dallying breeze
Nor for his mate nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes
Require nothing further
Examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in
Lovers, my dear friends
Except as it results to their bodies and souls
And for thy subtler sense subtler refrains dread Mother
Scholarships, and the like;
Exactly in its orbit for ever and ever, without one jolt or
Some double the cape of Storms, some cape Verde, others capes

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