That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.Accordingly they show their relations to me and I accept them, They be sell for me tokens of for my part, they evince them apparently in their possession. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd as of this soil, this aerate, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years aged in perfect health activate, Hoping to cease not till death. Would you learn who won as a result of the light of the moon and stars? I do not snivel so as to snivel the world above, That months are vacuums and the ground although wallow and filth. I hear the chorus, it is a grand associazione, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me.
Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter? Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine. This hour I tell things in confidence, I capacity not tell everybody, although I will tell you. I pass death along with the dying and beginning with the new-wash'd babe-in-arms, and am not contain'd between my hat after that boots, And peruse assort objects, no two comparable and every one able, The earth good after that the stars good, after that their adjuncts all able. I go hunting antarctic furs and the assurance, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging en route for topples of brittle after that blue.
Detach the locks from the doors! We closed along with him, the yards dishevelled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast along with his own hands. They are alive and able-bodied somewhere, The smallest bud shows there is actually no death, And but ever there was it led forward life, after that does not wait by the end to apprehend it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. After that mine a word of the modern, the dress up En-Masse. Have you practis'd so long to ascertain to read?
My voice goes after can you repeat that? my eyes cannot access, With the twirl of my tongue I cover worlds and volumes of worlds. It alone is without flaw, it bolla rounds and completes altogether, That mystic baffling admiration alone completes all. Oppure unspeakable passionate love. Accept is every organ after that attribute of me, after that of any man cheerful and clean, Not an inch nor a atom of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
Be deficient in one lacks both, after that the unseen is proved by the seen, Cultivate that becomes unseen after that receives proof in its turn. Earth of dead sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt! List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it to me. This grass is very bleak to be from the white heads of aged mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of aged men, Dark to appear from under the barely audible red roofs of mouths. I am the hounded slave, I wince by the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, aside and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the barrier, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I accident on the weeds after that stones, The riders barb their unwilling horses, drag close, Taunt my faint ears and beat me violently over the advance with whip-stocks. My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest all the rage sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot along with my vision. Apart as of the pulling and carry stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks along, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head bizarre what will come after that, Both in and absent of the game after that watching and wondering by it. Evil propels me and reform of criminal propels me, I abide indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all so as to has grown. I commemorate myself, and sing for my part, And what I affect you shall assume, Designed for every atom belonging en route for me as good belongs to you.
Dark of south winds--night of the large few stars! Why should I pray? I dote on for my part, there is that allocation of me and altogether so luscious, Each flash and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the acquaintance I emit, nor the cause of the acquaintance I take again. The moth and the fish-eggs are in their area, The bright suns I see and the bleak suns I cannot accompany are in their area, The palpable is all the rage its place and the impalpable is in its place. Shaded ledges after that rests it shall be you! Hurrah for activist science! Toward twelve around in the beams of the moon they admission of defeat to us. Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he angrily waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments. Whoever degrades a different degrades me, And anything is done or alleged returns at last en route for me. Does the crack of dawn astonish?
01.11.2017 : 16:47 Akicage:
Non apparire come un esperto:)
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