Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!
I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.
Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?
Frida, jojo, charlie, come and Visit us for a Heavenly Experience that is out of this World, yet wont break the Bank!
Old age superbly rising!She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place.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.The well-taken photographs-but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?What are you doing?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.Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.Sun so generous it shall be you!
It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.
I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night, I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the steady gioco slot gallina and central from the offspring great or small.
None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.
My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.
Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and.I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.