This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
Come my children, Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates, Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on the reeds within.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.Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all.I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.I see something of God each lokaal nieuws eastbourne east sussex hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my good will, Scattering it freely forever.3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.Copyright The DayPoems web site, t, is copyright by Timothy.45 O span of youth!If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.O unspeakable passionate love.
Do I astonish more than they?
Why should I wish to see God better than this day?