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.
Will you prove already too late?
And what is life?3 I ct lokale swinger 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.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.Long live exact demonstration!39 The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.
Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there hvor kvinder mødes på internettet are millions of suns left you shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look.
You my rich blood!
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.
My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets baby køn forudsigelse kit and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!
I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.
This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate.One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.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 declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.1900 Comment on DayPoems?I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.

A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.
13 The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes.


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