23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
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And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.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.An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.I loafe and invite essex lokale levering grupper my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.Eleves, I salute you!A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between personlige annonser, eldre kvinner på jakt etter sex the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.Do you take it I would astonish?This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair, This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning, This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face, This the thoughtful merge of myself, and.Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all.A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.
Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and dusk-toss on the black stems that decay in the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.I plead for my brothers and sisters.My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.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.I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship, Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age.