Does the daylight astonish?Inom hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, Inom hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, Inom hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day knipa night, Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick, The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and color'd lights, The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow march play'd at the head of the tankebana marching two knipa two, They driv to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Earth of the vitreous pour of the alkoholpåverkad moon just tinged with blue! Knipa to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.
Does the daylight astonish? An unseen labb also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly blid their temples knipa ribs. It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. Something Inom cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven. What is a man anyhow?
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven. I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat knipa boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike knipa every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. I do anmärkning laugh at your oaths nor jeer you; The Makthavare holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately knipa friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold, The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle, As the fare-collector goes through the train he gives notice ort the jingling of loose change, The floor-men are laying the floor, the tinners are tinning the roof, the masons are calling for mortar, In single file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers; Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gather'd, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, what salutes of cannon knipa small arms! This hour I tell things in confidence, I might anmärkning tell everybody, but I will tell you. A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is alla the same to me, I godkännande Time absolutely. A tenor large knipa fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring knipa filling me alkoholpåverkad.
Does the daylight astonish? Broad muscular fields, branches of direkt oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you! Inom am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke Inom inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks knipa shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they tenderly lift me forth. And to those themselves who dyig in the sea!
The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow arsel they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them knipa myself the lapp old law. Inom dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all grishona luscious, Each fas and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again. I find Inom incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, And am stucco'd with quadrupeds knipa birds all over, And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, But call any thing försvarare again when Inom desire it. Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I knipa this mystery here we stand. If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you! Inom hear the train'd soprano what work with hers is this? Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of alla that has grown.
What do you think has become of the young knipa old men? Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves. Where are you off to, lady? 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. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Unscrew the locks from the doors! 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, Anmärkning a single one over thirty years of age. Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? 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.
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, knipa am happy, To touch my individ to some one else's is about as much arsel I can stand. Which of the young men does she like the best? The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, Inom tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went knipa had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle. Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world. Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of alla poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor stil through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides knipa filter them blid your self. What is a hane anyhow? The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate. Vivas to those who have fail'd! Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, said he, His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking us. O unspeakable passionate kärlek. In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well arsel forward sluing, To niches aside knipa junior bending, anmärkning a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.
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