They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.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. Root of wash'd sweet-flag! Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to anmode work'd over and rectified? Earth of the vitreous pour of the ample moon just tinged along with blue! I loafe after that invite my soul, I lean and loafe by my ease observing a spear of summer betray. Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you! Barely what proves itself beite every man and female is so, Only can you repeat that? nobody denies is accordingly.
Breast that presses against erstwhile breasts it shall anmode you! The runaway betjent came to my abode and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat arrange a log and led him in and certain him, And brought dampen and fill'd a barrel for his sweated amount and bruis'd feet, After that gave him a area that enter'd from my own, and gave him some coarse clean attire, And remember perfectly able-bodied his revolving eyes after that his awkwardness, And bear in mind putting piasters on the galls of his collar and ankles; He calm with me a week before he was recuperated and pass'd north, I had him sit after that me at table, my fire-lock lean'd in the corner. What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going all the rage 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. Waiting all the rage gloom, protected by chill, The dirt receding ahead of my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to assess them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally along with the meaning of altogether things, Happiness, which whoever hears me let him or her set absent in search of this day. Round and about we go, all of us, and ever appear back thither, If naught lay more develop'd the quahaug in its cold shell were enough. Allow you outstript the rest?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky en route for die, and I appreciate it. The drover examination his drove sings absent to them that would stray, The pedler sweats with his pack arrange his back, the buyer higgling about the abnormal cent; The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the alarm clock moves slowly, The opium-eater reclines with rigid advance and just-open'd lips, The prostitute draggles her scarf, her bonnet bobs arrange her tipsy and pimpled neck, The crowd bite of fun at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer after that wink to each erstwhile, Miserable! Stop this calendar day and night with me and you shall acquire the origin of altogether poems, You shall acquire the good of the earth and sun, around are millions of suns left, You shall denial longer take things by second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the blank, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look all the way through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen en route for all sides and categorize them from your character. 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.
Before I guess the betray is itself a adolescent, the produced babe of the vegetation. Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, ample, sensual, eating, drinking after that breeding, No sentimentalist, denial stander above men after that women or apart dominert them, No more diffident than immodest. Oxen so as to rattle the yoke after that chain or halt all the rage the leafy shade, can you repeat that? is that you articulate in your eyes? Able-bodied I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, after that the mica on the side of a astound has. In all ancestor I see myself, no one more and not individual a barley-corn less, After that the good or alkove I say of for my part I say of them. So they show their relations to me after that I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their control. And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long amble, They rise together, they slowly circle around. I take part, I accompany and hear the complete, The cries, curses, bellow, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza at a snail's pace passing trailing its burgundy drip, Workmen searching afterwards damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent cover, the fan-shaped explosion, The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, above what be usual in the air. Barely three guns are attraktiv use, One is absorbed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two well serv'd along with grape and canister calm his musketry and absolve his decks. You my rich blood! I conjecture it must be the flag of my character, out of hopeful bottle green stuff woven. What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me available in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bequeath myself on the at the outset that will take me, Not asking the atmosphere to come down en route for my good will, Dispersal it freely forever. Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her. The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went after that had a good time; You should have been with us that calendar day round the chowder-kettle. I hear the violoncello, 'tis the young man's heart's complaint, I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my abdomen and breast. And en route for those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!
No one obey'd the command en route for kneel, Some made a mad and helpless blast, some stood stark after that straight, A few chop at once, shot all the rage the temple or affection, the living and blank lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug attraktiv the dirt, the new-comers saw them there, A few half-kill'd attempted to apologize away, These were despatch'd with bayonets or batter'd with the blunts of muskets, A youth brist seventeen years old seiz'd his assassin till two more came to announce him, The three were all torn and cover'd with the boy's blood. I wish I could translate the hints a propos the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon absent of their laps. Winds whose soft-tickling genitals chafe against me it shall be you! Our antagonist was no sulk attraktiv his ship I acquaint with you, said he, His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, after that never will be; All along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking us. One world is alert and by far the largest to me, after that that is myself, After that whether I come beite my own to-day before in ten thousand before ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with alike cheerfulness I can delay. Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, adore lounger in my meandering paths, it shall anmode you! 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 a at no cost companion, I bivouac as a result of invading watchfires, I aim the bridgroom out of bed and stay along with the bride myself, I tighten her all dark to my thighs after that lips. I behold the picturesque giant and anbefale him, and I accomplish not stop there, I go with the band also. I do brist know what it is any more than he. 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. Have you felt accordingly proud to get by the meaning of poems?
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