Friday, October 9, 2015
Song Of Myself, XII Comments
Rating: ★5.0
The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil,
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8/8/2025 12:50:26 AM # 1.0.0
From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, great description of Wittman. thank u. tony