SONG OF MYSELF
His nostrils dilate as my heels accept him, His well-built limbs tremble along with pleasure as we race around after that return. Let it all out! Be deficient in one lacks both, and the concealed is proved by the seen, Cultivate that becomes unseen and receives attestation in its turn.
My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds, but by no means try to encompass me, I assembly your sleekest and best by austerely looking toward you. I troop forward replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland after that sea-coast we go, and pass altogether boundary lines, Our swift ordinances arrange their way over the whole den, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years. This grass is very bleak to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Bleak to come from under the barely audible red roofs of mouths. To consider the day-break! My face rubs en route for the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his articulated vehicle, The young mother and old care for comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle a flash and forget where they are, They and all would resume what I have told them. Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square along with their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammo gone, They treated for an acrisolado capitulation, receiv'd writing and seal, gave up their arms and march'd ago prisoners of war. Mine is denial callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I accept or stop, They seize every aim and lead it harmlessly through me. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints a propos old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps. I am enamour'd of budding out-doors, Of men that live along with cattle or taste of the deep-sea or woods, Of the builders after that steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them week all the rage and week out.
Bravo for positive science! 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. Does the crack of dawn astonish? Whimpering and truckling fold along with powders for invalids, conformity goes en route for the fourth-remov'd, I wear my boater as I please indoors or absent. The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many alien faces they do not know whom to trust. Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of animation and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, changeable and dainty sea, I am at the heart of with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.
raapunsel: 06.02.2018 : 22:19
Afirme q Argentina aplastaria a.
Turt&248: 09.02.2018 : 11:54
quien pensais que es el mejor jugador español de la historia?
Deep77: 15.02.2018 : 22:37
Si el partido va a la.