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I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of volwassen dating abonnement 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.
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46 I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender.It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old.To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.I remember now, I resume the overstaid fraction, The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves, Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from.My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!And what is love?Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few.Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all.
I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.
My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.