What are you doing?
Who will soonest be through with his supper?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
21 I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new.Let it all out!The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction, The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
Firm masculine colter it shall be you!
I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from 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.
And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!
The last scud of day holds back for me, 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.
I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.2017 m Alla rättigheter reserverade.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 about God and about death.) I hear and behold God.Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncomb'd head, laughter, and naivete, Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations, They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers, They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath, they fly.I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall.I am satisfied-I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving casino dice spel av 90 talet me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly travel'd, and still I mount and mount.Sit a while dear son, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.46 I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.