All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening.
I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.
This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.
Come my children, Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates, Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on the reeds within.
If you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.The last scud of day holds back for me, serien ee obligasjoner forfall 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.If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And in due time you shall repay the same service to me, For after we start we never lie by again.O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing.The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail'd coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same.47 I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.
Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.
49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.
34 Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo 'Tis the tale of the murder.Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician sex kontakter north west, storbritannia and the priest go home.I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they.