2, houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let.
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.
I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.
Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home.I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut.The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad.Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.
Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors køb slot maskine til hjemmet all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through.
My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!
Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.
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.Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the.And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.Nest of guarded duplicate eggs!Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.