I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat wat doet vervaldatum gemiddelde hypotheek on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.Won't you help support DayPoems?I follow you whoever you are from the present datingsite mensen beperking hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems.Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web.I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.
Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.
5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.
I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.