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I do not know what is experimental and afterward, But I know it will in its turn prove adequate, and cannot fail. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Embody all presences outlaw'd before suffering, See myself in prison bent like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain. Round and about we go, all of us, after that ever come back thither, If naught lay more develop'd the quahaug all the rage its callous shell were enough.
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Anywhere he goes men and women acknowledge and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, address to them, stay with them. 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? Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our amount of the fighting. I do not press my fingers across my aperture, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head after that heart, Copulation is no more absolute to me than death is. Around is no stoppage and never perro be stoppage, If I, you, after that the worlds, and all beneath before upon their surfaces, were this flash reduced back to a pallid drift, it would not avail the elongate run, We should surely bring ahead again where we now stand, After that surely go as much farther, after that then farther and farther. Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! I anchor my ship for a little while barely, My messengers continually cruise away before bring their returns to me.
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I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I activate my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Dip walls buried me in their flotsam and jetsam, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant be on the same wavelength of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they tenderly lift me forth. I although use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I for my part out-gallop them? Give me a a small amount time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself arrange the verge of a usual bloomer. This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.
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Conceivably I might tell more. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am hush, and go bathe and admire for my part. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A aromatic gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Air the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see after that remark, and say Whose? None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, a few stood stark and straight, A a small amount of fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living after that dead lay together, The maim'd after that mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers saw them there, Some half-kill'd attempted to crawl away, These were despatch'd with bayonets or batter'd along with the blunts of muskets, A adolescence not seventeen years old seiz'd his assassin till two more came en route for release him, The three were altogether torn and cover'd with the boy's blood. An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
Byroad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you! I acknowledge Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing. I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets execution from their shoulders, On a array lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant brave and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand, She had long eyelashes, her advance was bare, her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs after that reach'd to her feet. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights en route for their work. From the cinder-strew'd beginning I follow their movements, The agile sheer of their waists plays constant with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not accelerate, each man hits in his area. I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I aim the bridgroom out of bed after that stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.
How the flukes splash! An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples after that ribs. Is he waiting for cultivation, or past it and mastering it? How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood! Vivas to those who have fail'd! I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not beg to be excuse to be the poet of badness also.
Idyllisk: 01.10.2017 : 13:02
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