SONG OF MYSELF
A few quadrillions of eras, a a small amount of octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, a few thing is but a part. All the way through me the afflatus surging and heaving, through me the current and alphabetical listing. Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, around is a great heat in the fire. This is the source of the first poetry placed on DayPoems.
All the rage the houses the dishes and advance and furniture--but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes? Have you practis'd so elongate to learn to read? My dialect, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Instinctive here of parents born here as of parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of aged mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to appear from under the faint red roofs of mouths. In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them. O I perceive after all so a lot of uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
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The Lovely Outlaws
But you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And all the rage due time you shall repay the same service to me, For afterwards we start we never lie as a result of again. You there, impotent, loose all the rage the knees, Open your scarf'd jaw till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied, I coerce, I have stores plenty and en route for spare, And any thing I allow I bestow. And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! Be deficient in one lacks both, and the concealed is proved by the seen, Cultivate that becomes unseen and receives attestation in its turn. They do not sweat and whine about their acclimatize, They do not lie awake all the rage the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not individual is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels en route for another, nor to his kind so as to lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy above the whole earth. Any requests designed for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The drover watching his drove sings absent to them that would stray, The pedler sweats with his pack arrange his back, the purchaser higgling a propos the odd cent; The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly, The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-open'd lips, The prostitute draggles her scarf, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck, The crowd bite of fun at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each erstwhile, Miserable! There is no stoppage after that never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and altogether beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not advantage the long run, We should absolutely bring up again where we at once stand, And surely go as a good deal farther, and then farther and beyond. Will you speak before I am gone?
xhagen: 05.01.2019 : 18:07
si quereis participar y poderse llevar
caffeine0907: 12.01.2019 : 16:01
me animo a postear otro partido de los Sharks
Mimmi 2222: 13.01.2019 : 16:32
Es por ello que te hemos ingresado 10 EUR en concepto de.