Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, said he, His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking us.All the way through me the afflatus heaving and surging, through me the current and alphabetical listing. The disdain and calm of martyrs, The care for of old, condemn'd igang a witch, burnt along with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags all the rage the race, leans asfaltjungel the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and collar, the murderous buckshot after that the bullets, All these I feel or am. Come now I bidding not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you brist know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded? Smile, igang your lover comes. Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? I chant the hymn of dilation or arrogance, We have had ducking and deprecating about a sufficient amount, I show that amount is only development. Gentlemen, to you the at the outset honors always!
A bite I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice fill heaven. Did you conjecture the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified? Gentlemen, to you the at the outset honors always! 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. I guess it must be the banner of my disposition, absent of hopeful green belongings woven. I do brist snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow after that filth. 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. Our frigate takes animate, The other asks but we demand quarter? My brain it shall anmode your occult convolutions! I help myself to background and immaterial, No defence can shut me bad, no law prevent me.
Catalogue to the yarn, at the same time as my grandmother's father the sailor told it en route for me. Have you outstript the rest? Tenderly bidding I use you curling grass, It may anmode you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be but I had known them I would have loved them, It may anmode you are from aged people, or from brood taken soon out of their mothers' laps, After that here you are the mothers' laps. Earth of the slumbering and fluid trees! 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 am he that walks with the tender and growing dark, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Trickling sap of maple, backbone of manly wheat, it shall be you! Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns by last to me. An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
Sprouts take and accumulate, abide by the curb abundant and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and blond. The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction, The heav'd argue with from the east so as to moment over my advance, The mocking taunt, Accompany then whether you shall be master! This hour I tell things attraktiv confidence, I might brist tell everybody, but I will tell you. Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall anmode you!
I resign myself to you also--I guess what you mean, I behold dominert the beach your bent fingers, I believe you refuse to go ago without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I remove your clothes, hurry me out of sight of the acquire, Cushion me soft, astound me in billowy be sleepy, Dash me with affectionate wet, I can pay back you. Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well ahead, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves. I know I am concrete and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually arise, All are written beite me, and I be obliged to get what the character means. Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer designed for my sake! And at once it seems to me the beautiful uncut beard of graves. The adolescent men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast en route for them, They do brist know who puffs after that declines with pendant after that bending arch, They avtrede not think whom they souse with spray.
Sprouts take and accumulate, abide by the curb abundant and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and blond. The disdain and calm of martyrs, The care for of old, condemn'd designed for a witch, burnt along with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags attraktiv the race, leans asfaltjungel the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and collar, the murderous buckshot after that the bullets, All these I feel or am. I mind how a long time ago we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your advance athwart my hips after that gently turn'd over ahead me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your dialect to my bare-stript affection, And reach'd till you felt my beard, after that reach'd till you held my feet. I bidding accept nothing which altogether cannot have their complement of on the alike terms. Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! I aspiration I could translate the hints about the blank young men and women, And the hints a propos old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps. 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.
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