I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.
Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender.
The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-but the pluck of the captain and engineers?
I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent som nye kvinner til å møte roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web.Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
16 I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the.
Will you speak before I am gone?
Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!O unspeakable passionate love.Tenderly will I use gratis faen kontakter uten å logge inn 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.My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.Each who passes is consider'd, each who stops is consider'd, not single lokale sex romantikk one can it fall.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.