The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.
How the flukes splash!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.Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!Does the daylight astonish?Firm masculine colter it shall be you!Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.O unspeakable passionate gratis skraplotter vinna riktiga pengar utan insättning love.I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and.Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!Unscrew the locks from the doors!The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity panda spelautomat 320kbps indicate?And pogo kasino spel vann belastning now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.
23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.
Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking.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.I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.31 I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, And the.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore.In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows.