5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.
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.
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!I am satisfied-I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall.Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now.It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather, The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.Whatever goes to the tilth voetbal gokken spelen jeugd of me it shall be you!Do you take it I would astonish?
Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with.
35 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?
Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting, I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors, And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.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.What is a man anyhow?You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.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.I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And in due time you shall repay the same service to me, For after we start we never lie by again.45 O span of youth!Do you see O my brothers and sisters?Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few.In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.