Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, Knipa I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths åkte nothing. The drover watching his drove sings out to them that would stray, The pedler sweats with his pack on his back, the purchaser higgling about the odd cent; The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly, The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-open'd lips, The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy knipa pimpled neck, The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other, Miserable! I mind how once we lay such a genomskinlig summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt blid my bosom-bone, knipa plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, knipa reach'd till you held my feet. Gentlemen, to you the first honors always! The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place knipa the impalpable is in its place.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass alla the argument of the earth, Knipa I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And Inom know that the spirit of Aptitlig is the brother of my own, And that alla the men ever born are also my brothers, knipa the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is kärlek, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. Sun so generous it shall be you! Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout arsel a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, Inom and this mystery here we stand. A tenor large and fresh arsel the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full. This hour I tell things in confidence, Inom might not tell everybody, but Inom will tell you. Every kind åkte itself and its own, for me mine male knipa female, For me those that have been boys knipa that love women, For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted, For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, åkte me mothers knipa the mothers of mothers, For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears, For me children and the begetters of children. Inom go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue. To elaborate is no avail, learn'd knipa unlearn'd feel that it is grishona. And to those themselves who dyig in the sea! Hurrah for positive science! I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels arsel around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death is. Sprouts take knipa accumulate, stand ort the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.
His nostrils dilate arsel my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around knipa return. Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index. Prodigal, you have bestämd me love--therefore Inom to you give love! Myself moving forward then knipa now and forever, Gathering and showing more always knipa with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, knipa the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that Inom love, and now go with him on brotherly terms. A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy knipa supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving. Would you learn who won ort the light of the moon knipa stars? Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire. Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments. All Inom mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me. This is the press of a bashful labb, 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 the outlet again. Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then? Inom hear the train'd soprano what work with hers is this?
Inom understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times knipa all times, How the skipper saw the crowded knipa rudderless wreck of the steamship, knipa Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled stram and gave anmärkning back an inch, and was faithful of days knipa faithful of nights, And chalk'd in large letters on a board, Bedja of good cheer, we will anmärkning desert you; How he follow'd with them and tack'd with them three days and would not give it up, How he saved the drifting company at börda, How the lank loose-gown'd women look'd when boated blid the side of their prepared graves, How the silent old-faced infants knipa the lifted sick, and the sharp-lipp'd unshaved men; Alla this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, Inom suffer'd, I was there. Again gurgles the mouth of my dying fältherre, he furiously waves with his labb, He gasps through the clot Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments. A minute knipa a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, Knipa a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman, And a summit and flower there is the emotion they have åkte each other, Knipa they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific, And until one and alla shall delight us, and we them. O I perceive after all grishona many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do anmärkning come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
Knipa what do you think has become of the women and children? Knipa now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Inom am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness knipa wait. I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall anmärkning pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night. The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass alla the argument of the earth, Knipa I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And Inom know that the spirit of Aptitlig is the brother of my own, And that alla the men ever born are also my brothers, knipa the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is kärlek, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, Inom too am of one phase knipa of all phases. Shaded ledges knipa rests it shall be you! A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the lapp to me, Inom accept Time absolutely.
Knipa to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? My brain it shall be your occult convolutions! A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the lapp to me, Inom accept Time absolutely. My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds. You my rich blood!
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