Look to your arms!
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and slots för kul och gratis spel elvis vegas declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.I do not know what it is any more than.49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands.5 I believe spela gratis slot machine spel på skoj 100 in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown.We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.Will you speak before I am gone?3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then?I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle.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.There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd.36 Stretch'd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the one we have conquer'd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white.Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?