23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
Gentlemen, to you the first honors always!
My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore.In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.1900 Comment on DayPoems?The sky up there-yet here or next door, or across the way?Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.Have you outstript the rest?I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?) 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 with bare feet, they are lick'd by the.Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this alt sex dating nettsteder soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.25 Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out.You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied, kvinner får vite vinter I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing.40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.
I seize the descending man and raise him with resistless will, O despairer, here is my neck, By God, you shall not go down!
Does the early redstart twittering through the woods?