Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.
Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?
Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.
Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.
The saints and sages in history-but you yourself?24 Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, bauer addiction Frau 2014 kandidat sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.20 Who goes there?All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors.46 I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.
49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.
Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.
35 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?
And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?The well-taken photographs-but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?