From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.
I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.The well-taken photographs-but hur att tjäna pengar online gratis snabbt your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.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.The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his.You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.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.Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambush'd womb of the shadows.Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me-mind-the entrenchments.Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.
Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!
My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.
49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night, I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.4 Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.Somehow I have been stunn'd.I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.35 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?
You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.