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Walt Whitman - The Ox tamer
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IN a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region,
Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous Tamer of
         Oxen:
There they bring him the three-year-olds and the four-year-olds, to
         break them;
He will take the wildest steer in the world, and break him and tame
         him;
He will go, fearless, without any whip, where the young bullock
         chafes up and down the yard;
The bullock`s head tosses restless high in the air, with raging eyes;
Yet, see you! how soon his rage subsides—how soon this Tamer tames
         him:
See you! on the farms hereabout, a hundred oxen, young and old—and
         he is the man who has tamed them;
They all know him—all are affectionate to him;
See you! some are such beautiful animals—so lofty looking!        


Some are buff color`d—some mottled—one has a white line running
         along his back—some are brindled,
Some have wide flaring horns (a good sign)—See you! the bright
         hides;
See, the two with stars on their foreheads—See, the round bodies and
         broad backs;
See, how straight and square they stand on their legs—See, what
         fine, sagacious eyes;
See, how they watch their Tamer—they wish him near them—how they
         turn to look after him!
What yearning expression! how uneasy they are when he moves away from
         them:
—Now I marvel what it can be he appears to them, (books, politics,
         poems depart—all else departs 
I confess I envy only his fascination—my silent, illiterate friend,
Whom a hundred oxen love, there in his life on farms,
In the northern county far, in the placid, pastoral region.
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