Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.
It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass.
Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know.Does the daylight astonish?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.
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.
Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, spela gratis spel tjäna riktiga pengar and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.Have you outstript the rest?Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp, My face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd.You my rich blood!A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.