The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.
Or sailor from the sea?
The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows.Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, hur man spelar slots real estate and personal estate.Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and dusk-toss on the black stems that decay in the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.Will you prove already too late?I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!
How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!
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.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left you shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look.My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle.I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.Let it all out!You do not need to login to vote.8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!