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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.
I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.
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.
Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!
For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.
I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!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.We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.Registrera dig på Expekt och gör en insättning på minst 100 kronor.Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with.We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through.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.