You my rich blood!
I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do couple cherche homme toluca I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.
The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many rencontre bastia psg strange faces they do not know whom to trust.The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.28 Is this then a touch?Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.Back to top DayPoems Poem.Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
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.
Where are you off to, lady?
The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?
42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.
My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.
I remember now, I resume the overstaid fraction, The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves, Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from.
I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.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.Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two well serv'd with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear his decks.Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all.Are you the President?35 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?