I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.
48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting.Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web.40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!
Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.
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.
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
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