Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!
You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold casino spelletjes online gratis 3 card poker you.She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing online casino gratis bonus 007 night!So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.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.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.What are you doing?We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night, I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.
From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.
And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.) I hear and behold God.
It shall be you!
And what is life?
Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!The soldier camp'd or upon the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them, On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.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.I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death.The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!