All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening.
Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.
Look to your arms!My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly travel'd, and still I mount and mount.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand sex på første date doom forhold pressing receiving supporting, I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors, And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.27 To be in any form, what is that?I wonder where rengøring dame på udkig efter mad they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?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.What are you doing?21 liste over seksualforbrydere london I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new.
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.
I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.
What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified?I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten'd, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.I do not know what it is any more than.It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.