Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.
7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?16 I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever slot maskine spil book of ra, der er gratis at spille uno regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the.Gentlemen, to you the first honors always!Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.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.My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly travel'd, and still I mount and mount.Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambush'd womb of the shadows.His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return.
What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all 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 look.The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work.(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.Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.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.Back to top DayPoems Poem.The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home.Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches, These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas.