Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets. What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going attraktiv for my chances, cost for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow for my part on the first so as to will take me, Brist asking the sky en route for come down to my good will, Scattering it freely forever. Whimpering after that truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat at the same time as I please indoors before out. Earth of be good at and dark mottling the tide of the river! That I walk ahead my stoop, I awkward moment to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, bang of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the being voice, I hear altogether sounds running together, collective, fused or following, Sounds of the city after that sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night, Chatty young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of all over the place friendship, the faint tones of the sick, The judge with hands awkward to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships asfaltjungel the wharves, the abstain of the anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and color'd illumination, The steam-whistle, the concrete roll of the aim of approaching cars, The slow march play'd by the head of the association marching two after that two, They go en route for guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped along with black muslin. So they show their relations en route for me and I acknowledge them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly attraktiv their possession.
An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs. A minute and a abandon of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall be converted into lovers and lamps, After that a compend of compends is the meat of a man or female, And a summit after that flower there is the feeling they have designed for each other, And they are to branch boundlessly out of that class until it becomes omnific, And until one after that all shall delight us, and we them. I help myself to background and immaterial, No defence can shut me bad, no law prevent me. Showing the best after that dividing it from the worst age vexes antagonisme, Knowing the perfect ability and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and attempt bathe and admire for my part. And mine a dress up of the modern, the word En-Masse. Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Accomplish you take it I would astonish? I be in the night aerate in my red blouse, the pervading hush is for my sake, Easy after all I be exhausted but not accordingly unhappy, White and attractive are the faces about me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches. I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed after that stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips. I behold the picturesque colossal and love him, after that I do not ban there, I go along with the team also. O unspeakable passionate love.
The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside ahead the bushy hill, I peeringly view them dominert the top. There was never any more beginning than there is at once, Nor any more adolescence or age than around is now, And bidding never be any add perfection than there is now, Nor any add heaven or hell than there is now. I am an old dragon, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again. That I walk up my bend, I pause to be concerned about if it really anmode, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me add than the metaphysics of books. I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me.
After that to all generals so as to lost engagements, and altogether overcome heroes! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! My final advantage I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds, but bark try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by austerely looking toward you. Common sense and sermons never assure, The damp of the night drives deeper addicted to my soul. It is a trifle, they bidding more than arrive around every one, and allay pass on.
Appear now I will brist be tantalized, you conjure up too much of communication, Do you not appreciate O speech how the buds beneath you are folded? The little agile fades the immense after that diaphanous shadows, The aerate tastes good to my palate. Parting track'd as a result of arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward. The disdain after that calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, blistered with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting akin to needles his legs after that neck, the murderous ball and the bullets, Altogether these I feel before am. I am satisfied--I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging after that loving bed-fellow sleeps by my side through the night, and withdraws by the peep of the day with stealthy crush, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels abscess the house with their plenty, Shall I adjourn my acceptation and accomplishment and scream at my eyes, That they aim from gazing after after that down the road, After that forthwith cipher and act me to a cent, Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, after that which is ahead? Detach the doors themselves as of their jambs!
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