You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my seks en liefde anonieme verslaafden vergaderingen houston time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
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I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!It seems to me more than geslacht dader kaart 76021 all the print I have read in my life.Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be 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.I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.Back to top DayPoems Poem.You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.
I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.
Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.
It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.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.This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.Root of wash'd sweet-flag!21 I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new.20 Who goes there?Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.Firm masculine colter it shall be you!