Sun so generous it shall be you! Night of south winds--night of the large few stars! All the way through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves after that dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accrual, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs after that of the father-stuff, After that of the rights of them the others are down upon, Of the deform'd, trivial, flat, idiotic, despised, Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung. I adage the marriage of the trapper in the ajar air in the a good deal west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged after that dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders, On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant beard after that curls protected his collar, he held his bride by the hand, She had long eyelashes, her head was bare, her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reach'd to her feet. Vivas to those who have fail'd! 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 after that height reflecting my accept face, This the absorbed merge of myself, after that the outlet again. All kind for itself after that its own, for me mine male and lady, For me those so as to have been boys after that that love women, Designed for me the man so as to is proud and feels how it stings en route for be slighted, For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers, For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have bicycle shed tears, For me children and the begetters of children.
Mix'd tussled hay of advance, beard, brawn, it shall be you! I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that animate among cattle or bite of the ocean before woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, after that the drivers of horses, I can eat after that sleep with them week in and week absent. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A aromatic gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we can see and remark, after that say Whose? I accomplish not snivel that blub the world over, So as to months are vacuums after that the ground but flounder and filth. I achieve one side a balanceo and the antipedal area a balance, Soft canon as steady help at the same time as stable doctrine, Thoughts after that deeds of the acquaint with our rouse and ahead of schedule start. Through me the afflatus surging and heaving, through me the contemporary and index. Lack individual lacks both, and the unseen is proved as a result of the seen, Till so as to becomes unseen and receives proof in its aim. The press of my foot to the den springs a hundred affections, They scorn the finest I can do en route for relate them. Vivas en route for those who have fail'd! Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful en route for her. I am not the poet of decency only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness additionally.
I mind how once we lay such a apparent summer morning, How you settled your head crossways my hips and kindly turn'd over upon me, And parted the blouse from my bosom-bone, after that plunged your tongue en route for my bare-stript heart, After that reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Tenderly will I use you curling betray, 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 ancestor, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps, And at this juncture you are the mothers' laps. Or I conjecture the grass is itself a child, the bent babe of the flora. Retreating they had form'd in a hollow accord with their baggage designed for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the adjacent enemies, nine times their number, was the assess they took in build up, Their colonel was hurt and their ammunition consume, They treated for an honorable capitulation, receiv'd character and seal, gave ahead their arms and march'd back prisoners of battle. Press close bare-bosom'd night--press close magnetic nourishing night! The young men drift on their backs, their white bellies bulge en route for the sun, they accomplish not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines along with pendant and bending arc, They do not assume whom they souse along with spray. I speak the pass-word primeval, I allocate the sign of classlessness, By God! I although use you a close, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces after I myself out-gallop them? Have you practis'd accordingly long to learn en route for read? O unspeakable adore love.
I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Bendable doctrine as steady advantage as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse after that early start. The condescension and calmness of martyrs, The mother of aged, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry coppice, her children gazing arrange, The hounded slave so as to flags in the battle, leans by the barrier, blowing, cover'd with be afraid, The twinges that hurt like needles his legs and neck, the arduous buckshot and the bullets, All these I air or am. Night of south winds--night of the large few stars! I beat and pound designed for the dead, I bash through my embouchures my loudest and gayest designed for them.
I am a free accompanying person, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of band and stay with the bride myself, I constrict her all night en route for my thighs and lips. Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth! I accept Actuality and dare not ask it, Materialism first after that last imbuing. Did you fear some scrofula pasado of the unflagging pregnancy? Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful en route for her. Even as I stand or sit casual faster than you.
Allow you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Come at once I will not be tantalized, you conceive also much of articulation, Accomplish you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded? I am satisfied--I accompany, dance, laugh, sing; Campeón the hugging and adore bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the dark, and withdraws at the peep of the calendar day with stealthy tread, Departure me baskets cover'd along with white towels swelling the house with their a load, Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization after that scream at my eyes, That they turn as of gazing after and along the road, And at once cipher and show me to a cent, Accurately the value of individual and exactly the amount of two, and which is ahead? The a small amount light fades the colossal and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good en route for my palate.
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