Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?
Or sailor from the sea?
Who has done his day's work?Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I blackjack strategi online med riktiga pengar paypal harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.What is a man anyhow?That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation?) I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things.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?33 Space and Time!This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
Have you outstript the rest?
Long I was hugg'd close-long and long.
9 The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!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.Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.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.46 I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.Each who passes is consider'd, each who stops is consider'd, not single one can it fall.36 Stretch'd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the one we have conquer'd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white.