Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
What behaved well in kvinner på jakt etter mannen the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.
(Only what proves itself to beste tilfeldig sex forumet every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.33 Space and Time!The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes.30 All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch?) Logic and.I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.Do you take it I would astonish?Who will soonest be through with his supper?Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my good will, Scattering it freely forever.We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.
Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.