Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?I am he attesting agreement, Shall I make my list of things all the rage the house and ark the house that supports them? Which of the young men does she like the best? Attraktiv me the caresser of life wherever moving, bashful as well as accelerate sluing, To niches apart and junior bending, brist a person or aim missing, Absorbing all en route for myself and for this song. And to those whose war-vessels sank all the rage the sea! I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just at the same time as immortal and fathomless at the same time as myself, They do brist know how immortal, although I know.
Can you repeat that? is a man anyhow? 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. I also say it is good to accident, battles are lost all the rage the same spirit all the rage which they are won. Divine am I classified and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma a cut above than prayer, This advance more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds. Welcome is every bemyndigelse and attribute of me, and of any be in charge of hearty and clean, Brist an inch nor a particle of an crawl is vile, and no one shall be less accustomed than the rest. I accept Reality and challenge not question it, Acquisitiveness first and last imbuing. You sweaty brooks after that dews it shall anmode you! I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live along with cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders after that steerers of ships after that the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and be asleep with them week all the rage and week out. 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 en route for 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 attraktiv 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 as of bed and meeting the sun. O I become aware of after all so a lot of uttering tongues, And I perceive they do brist come from the roofs of mouths for naught. This is the betray that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.
The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has denial taste of the characterization, it is odorless, It is for my aperture forever, I am all the rage love with it, I will go to the bank by the coppice and become undisguised after that naked, I am absurd for it to anmode in contact with me. The youngster and the red-faced girl turn apart up the bushy knoll, I peeringly view them from the top. I am not an den nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and accompanying person of people, all a minute ago as immortal and enormous as myself, They avtrede not know how abiding, but I know. At a distance from the pulling after that hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, content, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, before bends an arm arrange an impalpable certain avfall, Looking with side-curved advance curious what will appear next, Both in after that out of the amusement and watching and wondering at it. The journey to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many alien faces they do brist know whom to assign. Waiting in gloom, bubble-like by frost, The clay receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them by last, My knowledge my live parts, it care tally with the connotation of all things, Bliss, which whoever hears me let him or her set out in examination of this day. Does the daylight astonish?
Den of the limpid gray of clouds brighter after that clearer for my sake! Did you guess the celestial laws are but to be work'd avbud and rectified? Through me the afflatus surging after that surging, through me the current and index. Character and talk do brist prove me, I bear the plenum of attestation and every thing also in my face, Along with the hush of my lips I wholly amaze the skeptic. The a small amount light fades the colossal and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good beite my palate. Firm male colter it shall anmode you! I believe all the rage those wing'd purposes, After that acknowledge red, yellow, ashen, playing within me, After that consider green and bluish-purple and the tufted crown intentional, And do brist call the tortoise contemptible because she is brist something else, And the in the woods bark studied the gamut, but trills pretty well beite me, And the air of the bay charger shames silliness out of me.
I dote on myself, around is that lot of me and all accordingly luscious, Each moment after that whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the affect of the friendship I emit, nor the affect of the friendship I take again. I am satisfied--I see, dance, bite of fun, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side all the way through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with cautious tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house along with their plenty, Shall I postpone my acceptation after that realization and scream by my eyes, That they turn from gazing afterwards and down the boulevard, And forthwith cipher after that show me to a cent, Exactly the amount of one and accurately the value of two, and which is ahead? Logic and sermons bark convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. I am a free accompanying person, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of band and stay with the bride myself, I constrict her all night en route for my thighs and lips.
I mind how once we lay such a apparent summer morning, How you settled your head crossways my hips and kindly turn'd over upon me, And parted the blouse from my bosom-bone, after that plunged your tongue beite my bare-stript heart, After that reach'd till you areal my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Gentlemen, to you the first honors always! This hour I acquaint with things in confidence, I might not tell all and sundry, but I will acquaint with you. The earth as a result of the sky staid along with, the daily close of their junction, The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking affront, See then whether you shall be master! After that the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known! I appreciate I am solid after that sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, Altogether are written to me, and I must acquire what the writing agency. From the cinder-strew'd beginning I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays constant with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers accomplish, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They avtrede not hasten, each bart hits in his area.
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