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Till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.
The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp.
Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum spela blackjack för pengar i usa from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.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.(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.Will you speak before I am gone?Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and dusk-toss on the black stems that decay in the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.We want your opinion!Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes.Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.
Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?
I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?