Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!
Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and sex addicts anonymous møder i orange county dusk-toss on the black stems that decay in the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?
Perhaps I might tell more.(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.41 I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.
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.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.
A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
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 voksne venner online back and was never seen again, Nor the old.28 Is this then a touch?I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?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!Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously køn gerningsmanden registreringsdatabasen 30062 waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me-mind-the entrenchments.To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean, On his right cheek I put the family kiss, And in my soul I swear I never will deny him.It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?
I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?