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SUBTROPICS XXIV
ignites the Lost Art of Listening

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song of myself. rnnow i will do nothing but listen,rnto accrue what i hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it.rni hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals,rni hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice,rni hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following,rnsounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night,rntalkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals,rnthe angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick,rnthe judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence,rnthe heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters,rnthe ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking rnengines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and color'd lights,rnthe steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars,rnthe slow march play'd at the head of the association marching two and two,rn(they go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.)rni hear the violoncello, ('tis the young man's heart's complaint,)rni hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears,rnit shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast. i hear the chorus, it is a grand opera,rnAh this indeed is music--this suits me.w. w., song of myself

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