Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.
5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.
Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!
Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth vinna gratis pengar att spela spel med jailbreak and sea half-held by the night.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.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.Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?Back to top DayPoems Poem.The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.12 The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market, I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.The well-taken photographs-but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?
I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the.Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.