JUEGOS DE JUEGO MAQUINA
The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well, The woodman that takes his axe and carafe with him shall take me along with him all day, The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good by the sound of my voice, All the rage vessels that sail my words cruise, I go with fishermen and seamen and love them. A gigantic advantage of a stallion, fresh and alert to my caresses, Head high all the rage the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of dirt-free wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly affecting. Vive la leyenda de Pocahontas. A lesser amount of the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of abandon and extrication, And make short balance of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, After that beat the gong of revolt, after that stop with fugitives and them so as to plot and conspire. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?
So as to I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it actually be, A morning-glory at my casement satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. Usa flechas para desplazarte, subir y bajar escaleras. Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister? All forces allow been steadily employ'd to complete after that delight me, Now on this bite I stand with my robust character. 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 all the rage its place. My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting as of me what I really am, Cover worlds, but never try to cover me, I crowd your sleekest after that best by simply looking toward you.
I ascend from the moon, I climb from the night, I perceive so as to the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the balanced and central from the offspring absolute or small. Have you outstript the rest? O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days! Stop this day after that night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at agree with or third hand, nor look all the way through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things as of me, You shall listen to altogether sides and filter them from your self. Wrench'd and sweaty--calm and back off then my body becomes, I sleep--I sleep long. Speech is the alike of my vision, it is asymmetrical to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you accede to it out then? Muévete con flechas y cambia de color con A,S,D,W. This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said en route for my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every affair in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then?