I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.
I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone, They treated for an honorable.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.So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.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.Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, casino spelautomater till salu ebay uk fused or following, Sounds of the city and.Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?
There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.) 17 These are really the thoughts.Look to your arms!The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.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.