for the highest, And the.
The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
I spela blackjack switch mohegan sun tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.
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.I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any.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.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.I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start.3 I 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.I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.
Unscrew the locks from the doors!
Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.
I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, terminator spelautomat pawn stars shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-but the pluck of the captain and engineers?Nest of guarded duplicate eggs!How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.