Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!
Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.
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.
I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.
I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.And what is love?My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold.50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last.
Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?
What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.
By the city's quadrangular houses-in log huts, camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!21 I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new.Long I was hugg'd close-long and long.If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And in due time you shall repay the same service to me, For after we start we never lie by again.Smile, for your lover comes.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 snyder for at få penge på sims spil gratis kindle through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore.