Have you reckon'd the earth much?
I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.
Is he from the Mississippi country?Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting.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.Unscrew the locks from the doors!Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web.1900 Comment on DayPoems?You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, hur att vinna på kasino slot maskin hot acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
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.
One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!Why should I pray?Over 100,000 HQ DivX TV Movies!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.