Have you reckon'd the earth much?
Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.
I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors.The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him.And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace casino spel att spela med paypal about God and about death.) I hear and behold God.My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.
Your milky stream pale strippings of my life!
Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!
Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather, The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.
I do not know what it is any more than.
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.Hurrah for positive science!That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?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.We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.Where are you off to, lady?In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.