Walt Whitman

"The floor-men are laying the floor, the tinners are tinning the roof, the masons are calling for mortar,/ In single file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers;/Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gather'd/it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!) /Seasons pursuing each other the plougher ploughs, the mower mows, and the winter-grain falls in the ground,/ Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen surface,/The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep with his axe,/ Flatboatmen make fast toward dusk near the cotton-wood or the pecan-trees,/Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river or through those drain'd by the Tennessee, or through those of the Arkansas,/ Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw,/Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great-grand-sons around them,/In walls of adobe, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after their day's sport,/the City sleeps and the country sleeps"- [a sudden short line] - "The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time,/ The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife,/ And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them,/ And such as it is to be of these more or less I am,/ And of these one and all I weave the song of myself."

Allen continues/concludes his reading from Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself", section 15.
(see previous sections here, here, here and here)





Source: http://ginsbergblog.blogspot.ca/2015/05/walt-whitman-lists-5.html