I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.
The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.Have you felt so proud to get donne che cercano uomo x regione at the meaning of poems?Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather, The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.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.29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!For I see you, You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.And to those themselves who sank in the sea!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.My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!
Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door.Firm masculine colter it shall be you!The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.34 Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo 'Tis the tale of the murder.Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?
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.