What will be will be well- for what is is well
To take interest is well, and not to take interest shall be
The law of the past cannot be eluded.
The law of the present and future cannot be eluded,
The law of the living cannot be eluded…. it is eternal
The soul is always beautiful,
The universe is duly in order… every thing is in its place,
What is arrived is in its place, and what waits is in its
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on
the shadowed wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
I depart as air. (…)
I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop some where wating for you.