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The friendly and flowing savage, who is he? Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it? Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them. Behavior lawless as snowflakes, words simple as grass, uncomb’d head, laughter, and naivete, Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask- lie over! You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also. Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days. Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself. I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you. Sleep- I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find
WHAT I TELL YOU IS SO.
-W.W.