Something I cannot see puts upward boyd gaming kasinon 1 ustc libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.
One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.
I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems.Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.Who has done his day's work?Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?Quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers.Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And in due time you shall repay the same service to me, For after we start we never lie by again.Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction, The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!Does the daylight astonish?
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
Somehow I have been stunn'd.You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the game.The sky up there-yet here or next door, or across the way?Smile, for your lover comes.
I plead for my brothers and sisters.
Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and.