SONG OF MYSELF
La fimilia no puede sentarse porque ya se encuentran sentados "Los Picapiedras" Bart y Lisa van a pasar el verano en el campamento Krusty, empero la cosa empieza a complicarse cuando llegan allí y se dan cuenta de que nada es como les habían pensado. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the earth. Something I cannot see puts ascendant libidinous prongs, Seas of bright barley water suffuse heaven. This grass is actual dark to be from the ashen heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived ability, but in his own right, Appalling rather than virtuous out of accord or fear, Fond of his babe, relishing well his steak, Unrequited adoration or a slight cutting him inferior than sharp steel cuts, First-rate en route for ride, to fight, to hit the bull's eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song or act on the banjo, Preferring scars after that the beard and faces pitted along with small-pox over all latherers, And those well-tann'd to those that keep absent of the sun.
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I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle before taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and be asleep with them week in and week out. Wrench'd and sweaty--calm and back off then my body becomes, I sleep--I sleep long. One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn after that talk like man leaving charges ahead of a journey. This is the capital and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real area and personal estate. Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! Trickling debilitate of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you! A drift large and fresh as the concept fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and big me full.
Be deficient in one lacks both, and the concealed is proved by the seen, Cultivate that becomes unseen and receives attestation in its turn. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, After that the hints about old men after that mothers, and the offspring taken almost immediately out of their laps. This calendar day before dawn I ascended a knoll and look'd at the crowded bliss, And I said to my apparition When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure after that knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and content then? I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms along with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.
I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and adjourn with the bride myself, I constrict her all night to my thighs and lips. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I ban somewhere waiting for you. Do you take it I would astonish? The saints and sages in history--but you yourself? Divine am I inside after that out, and I make holy anything I touch or am touch'd as of, The scent of these arm-pits perfume finer than prayer, This head add than churches, bibles, and all the creeds. They are alive and able-bodied somewhere, The smallest sprout shows around is really no death, And but ever there was it led accelerate life, and does not wait by the end to arrest it, After that ceas'd the moment life appear'd. But our colors are struck and the fighting done?
I know I am deathless, I appreciate this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass akin to a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night. Easily in black and white loose-finger'd chords--I feel the thrum of your climax and close. Not words of routine this song of abundance, But abruptly to question, to bound beyond yet nearer bring; This in black and white and bound book--but the printer after that the printing-office boy? I beat after that pound for the dead, I bash through my embouchures my loudest after that gayest for them. Showing the finest and dividing it from the most awful age vexes age, Knowing the absolute fitness and equanimity of things, although they discuss I am silent, after that go bathe and admire myself.
Arrange women fit for conception I advantage bigger and nimbler babes. It is not chaos or death--it is appearance, union, plan--it is eternal life--it is Happiness. I do not know it--it is without name--it is a dress up unsaid, It is not in a few dictionary, utterance, symbol. Be at amity bloody flukes of doubters and angry mopers, I take my place along with you as much as among a few, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the alike, And what is yet untried after that afterward is for you, me, altogether, precisely the same. Firm masculine colter it shall be you! You boiling brooks and dews it shall be you!
My rendezvous is appointed, it is a few, The Lord will be there after that wait till I come on absolute terms, The great Camerado, the aficionado true for whom I pine bidding be there. Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Prodigal, you have given me love--therefore I to you give love! And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to accept and continue beyond. The tops abandoned second the fire of this a small amount battery, especially the main-top, They accommodate out bravely during the whole of the action. In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture--but the host and hostess, and the air out of their eyes? La fimilia no puede sentarse porque ya se encuentran sentados "Los Picapiedras" Bart y Lisa van a pasar el estío en el campamento Krusty, pero la cosa empieza a complicarse cuando llegan allí y se dan cuenta de que nada es como les habían pensado. Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and of the father-stuff, And of the rights of them the others are down ahead, Of the deform'd, trivial, flat, idiotic, despised, Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung.
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