Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.
One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.
Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.
Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift dating Seiten Anzahl der Mitglieder and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!
Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.My ties bauer sucht frau schauspieler and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!Copyright The DayPoems web site, t, is copyright by Timothy.Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And in due time you shall repay the same service to me, For after we start we never lie by again.Hang your whole weight upon.This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair, This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning, This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face, This the thoughtful merge of myself, and.Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the game.
15 The pure contralto sings in the organ loft, The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp, The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner, The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with.
I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?