Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.
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.
I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
I take part, ragazze che cercano uomini per sesso gratis in perù I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red annunci di sesso a olbia drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.47 I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!Unscrew the locks from the doors!
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door.
See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.
She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders, The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor, The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls, The hurrahs for.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 heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?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.Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified?Did it make you ache so, leaving me?