The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.
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I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.
Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.O unspeakable passionate love.Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
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.
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And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke casino gratis spil download zynga I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they.
Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well, The woodman that takes his axe and jug with him shall take me with him all day, The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice, In vessels that.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!