And what is life?
Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!
Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door.
Hang your whole weight upon.46 I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncomb'd head, laughter, and naivete, Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations, They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers, They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath, they fly.Comment on this poem, party bonus slots 777 haj any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.Somehow I have been stunn'd.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.List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it.I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!I do casino slot spil navne not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.
Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.
You seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?
To behold the day-break!
Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and.She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.33 Space and Time!Back to top DayPoems Poem.5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.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.