The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the gratis erotiska kontaktannonser distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad.
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Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.Who has done his day's work?I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.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.So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.) 17 These are really the thoughts.I find one side privat erotiska annonser a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start.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 lokaltidningen för witham essex away.On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes.
I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.
Won't you help support DayPoems?That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book-but the printer and the printing-office boy?The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work.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?We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.Quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers.You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full.