I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the sex på første date vimeo elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.
6 A child said What is the grass?
Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten'd, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.19 This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby.Why should I wish to see God better than this day?And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.Eleves, I salute you!10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.
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.
For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.
Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few.
And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!You seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?No shutter'd room or school can commune with me, But roughs and little children better than they.Old age superbly rising!33 Space and Time!Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay.