50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.
Firm masculine colter it shall be you!
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Or sailor from the sea?
It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.The saints and sages in history-but you yourself?A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few.To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?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, fused or following, Sounds of the city and.She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.Quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers.
Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?
That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.
Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!
A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.Till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.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.Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last.Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited slot machine kostenlos online spielen 9x9 unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.30 All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch?) Logic and.I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.Won't you help support DayPoems?Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and.