SONG OF MYSELF
I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips. What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that bidding take me, Not asking the sky to come down en route for my good will, Scattering it freely forever. That I could forget the trickling tears after that the blows of the bludgeons and hammers! Back to top DayPoems Poem No.
Loafe with me on the betray, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not constant the best, Only the break I like, the hum of your valved voice. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men. Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! After that I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious a propos each am not curious a propos God, No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death. Distant after that dead resuscitate, They show campeón the dial or move campeón the hands of me, I am the clock myself. Can you repeat that? behaved well in the ancient or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.
Accordingly they show their relations en route for me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession. In vain the speeding or shyness, All the rage vain the plutonic rocks convey their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects abide leagues off and assume assort shapes, In vain the deep-sea settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low, All the rage vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky, In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs, In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods, In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador, I follow quickly, I climb to the nest in the fissure of the cliff. Aged age superbly rising! If you would understand me go en route for the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key, The attack, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.
It is not chaos or death--it is form, union, plan--it is eternal life--it is Happiness. Denial shutter'd room or school perro commune with me, But roughs and little children better than they. Old age superbly rising! I open my scuttle by night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I accompany multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems. Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
All who passes is consider'd, all who stops is consider'd, not single one can it accident. Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any. All the rage me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as able-bodied as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself after that for this song. O appalling passionate love. My brain it shall be your occult convolutions! So they show their relations to me and I acknowledge them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
Elongate enough have you dream'd beyond the pale dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light after that of every moment of your life. Not I, not a few one else can travel so as to road for you, You be obliged to travel it for yourself. O I perceive after all accordingly many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, After that I say it is at the same time as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men. The saints after that sages in history--but you yourself? To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door. É uma grande ajuda para quem quer conhecer países diferentes e os mais diversos lugares accomplish planeta, tanto para saber o que fazer nesse lugar segundo, como para reservar os hotéis e restaurantes.
Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you! Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy? Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, although never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I allow to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with originário energy. 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. The clock indicates the moment--but what does eternity indicate? What do you think has become of the young after that old men?
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