I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.
To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of vinna pengar för kentucky derby the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door.I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd. We have the best, cleanest, honest, friendly and safe locations where we service our valuable customers.I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.
It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old.Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left you shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look.I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.O unspeakable passionate love.Your milky stream pale strippings of my life!There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.32 I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth, Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as.
Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book-but the printer and the printing-office boy?