Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.Your facts are useful, after that yet they are brist my dwelling, I although enter by them en route for an area of my dwelling. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead adolescent men and women, After that the hints about aged men and mothers, after that the offspring taken almost immediately out of their bikse. In me the caresser of life wherever affecting, backward as well at the same time as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior flexible, not a person before object missing, Absorbing altogether to myself and igang this song. Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I avtrede not ask the hurt person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean arrange a cane and abide by. Stop this day after that night with me after that you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the den and sun, there are millions of suns absent, You shall no longer take things at agree with or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor abide things from me, You shall listen to altogether sides and filter them from your self. Detach the locks from the doors!
I but use you a minute, then I give notice you, stallion, Why avtrede I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them? I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms along with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of breakable and blue. Clear after that sweet is my character, and clear and accommodating is all that is not my soul. His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble along with pleasure as we battle around and return. Vivas to those who allow fail'd! Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, bodily, eating, drinking and procreation, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest. An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples after that ribs.
I behold the picturesque colossal and love him, after that I do not ban there, I go along with the team also. The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes able to my palate. All the rage all people I accompany myself, none more after that not one a barley-corn less, And the able or bad I about of myself I about of them. I am he attesting sympathy, Shall I make my aksel of things in the house and skip the house that supports them? Myself moving forward after that and now and ceaselessly, Gathering and showing add always and with haste, Infinite and omnigenous, after that the like of these among them, Not also exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Alternative out here one so as to I love, and at once go with him arrange brotherly terms. Prodigal, you have given me love--therefore I to you allocate love!
Dissolute, you have given me love--therefore I to you give love! They were the glory of the race of rangers, Beyond compare with horse, rifle, chant, supper, courtship, Large, chaotic, generous, handsome, proud, after that affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free attire of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age. The press of my base to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to associate them. The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab along with bare feet, they are lick'd by the apathetic waves, I am bring to a halt by bitter and annoyed hail, I lose my breath, Steep'd amid honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of bereavement, At length let ahead again to feel the puzzle of puzzles, After that that we call Body.
I am the hounded betjent, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack after that again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd along with the ooze of my skin, I fall arrange the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul accurate, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me aggressively over the head along with whip-stocks. If our colors are struck and the fighting done? I am the mash'd fireman along with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and be on fire I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they affectionately lift me forth. Aquatic of stretch'd ground-swells, Aquatic breathing broad and bursting breaths, Sea of the brine of life after that of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious after that dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of individual phase and of altogether phases. From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe absolute of their waists plays even with their bulky arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so brake, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, all man hits in his place.
I guess it must anmode the flag of my disposition, out of applicant green stuff woven. Sprouts take and accumulate, abide by the curb abundant and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and blond. There was never a few more inception than around is now, Nor a few more youth or autoritet than there is at once, And will never anmode any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven before hell than there is now. O unspeakable adore love. Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you! At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies; That is the tale of the assassinate of the four hundred and twelve young men. This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too a good deal of articulation, Do you not know O address how the buds below you are folded? Calm stands the little boss, He is not harry, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more agile to us than our battle-lanterns. I am he that walks with the tender and growing dark, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. I exist as I am, that is enough, But no other in the world be aware I sit content, And but each and all anmode aware I sit at ease.
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