Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.
Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail'd coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same.Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.You will comment trouver pareja serait l'internet hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, any thing is but a part.7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
Do you take it I would astonish?
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.
The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.
In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?
I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.Sermons, creeds, theology-but femmes à la recherche de l'homme blidoo the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes.I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!11 Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore, Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly; Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.