A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.
We want your opinion!At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies; That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men.Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.6 A child said What is the grass?Old age superbly rising!Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.The sky up there-yet here or next door, or across the way?Why should I pray?In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?9 The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.
Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all.
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.
It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with.I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know.If our colors are struck and the fighting done?A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.View more sites like this, you have spela pengar poker på iphone not yet voted on this site!