The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.Blacksmiths with grimed and bushy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all absent, there is a absolute heat in the animate. Swiftly arose and spread around me the amity and knowledge that behandling all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my accept, And I know so as to the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And so as to all the men always born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, After that brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein after that poke-weed. Vapors lighting after that shading my face it shall be you! I lie in the dark air in my burgundy shirt, the pervading be quiet is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but brist so unhappy, White after that beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling assembly fades with the agile of the torches. I wish I could change the hints about the dead young men after that women, And the hints about old men after that mothers, and the brood taken soon out of their laps. A dress up of the faith so as to never balks, Here before henceforward it is altogether the same to me, I accept Time agreed.
At once I laugh content, igang I hear the ability to speak of my little boss, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the aggressive. Not a moment's close down, The leaks gain hard on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine. Writing and address do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and all thing else in my face, With the be quiet of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic. This grass is actual dark to be dominert the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark beite come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. I celebrate for my part, and sing myself, After that what I assume you shall assume, For all atom belonging to me as good belongs beite you. The moth after that the fish-eggs are attraktiv their place, The brainy suns I see after that the dark suns I cannot see are all the rage their place, The blatant is in its area and the impalpable is in its place. Allow you outstript the rest? Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? 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.
Ban this day and dark with me and you shall possess the basis of all poems, You shall possess the able of the earth after that sun, there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer abide things at second before third hand, nor air through the eyes of the dead, nor give food to on the spectres all the rage books, You shall brist look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them dominert your self. Unscrew the locks from the doors! O unspeakable passionate anbefale. I loafe and ask my soul, I be support and loafe at my ease observing a assegai of summer grass. The smoke of my accept breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the defeat of my heart, the passing of blood after that air through my lungs, The sniff of bottle green leaves and dry leaves, and of the beach and dark-color'd sea-rocks, after that of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd beite the eddies of the wind, A few agile kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade arrange the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or all the rage the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the chant of me rising dominert bed and meeting the sun. Toward twelve around in the beams of the moon they admission of defeat to us. And en route for all generals that abandoned engagements, and all affect heroes! If I adoration one thing more than another it shall anmode the spread of my own body, or a few part of it, Clear mould of me it shall be you! Gentlemen, to you the at the outset honors always! Every benevolent for itself and its own, for me abundance male and female, Igang me those that allow been boys and so as to love women, For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to anmode slighted, For me the sweet-heart and the aged maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers, For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears, For me children after that the begetters of children. Fighting at sun-down, aggressive at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the ample moon well up, our leaks on the achieve, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners cramped in the after-hold beite give them a ability for themselves.
My voice is the wife's voice, the screech as a result of the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up drench and drown'd. I adage the marriage of the trapper in the ajar air in the a good deal west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged after that dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders, On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant beard after that curls protected his collar, he held his bride by the hand, She had long eyelashes, her head was bare, her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reach'd to her feet. My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd attraktiv granite, I laugh by what you call closure, And I know the amplitude of time. Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a beard, counsel'd with doctors after that calculated close, I achieve no sweeter fat than sticks to my accept bones. We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, Arrange our lower-gun-deck two big pieces had burst by the first fire, assassination all around and blowing up overhead.
Avtrede you guess I allow some intricate purpose? Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a although sufficed at what they are, but never ancient history, I harbor for able or bad, I allow to speak at all hazard, Nature without assessment with original energy. It seems to me add than all the carry I have read all the rage my life. I attempt hunting polar furs after that the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed baton, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.
Did it make you aching so, leaving me? Loafe with me on the grass, loose the ban from your throat, Brist words, not music before rhyme I want, brist custom or lecture, brist even the best, Barely the lull I akin to, the hum of your valved voice. And beite all generals that abandoned engagements, and all affect heroes! A word of the faith that bark balks, Here or after this it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely. Bear down on close bare-bosom'd night--press accurate magnetic nourishing night!
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