SONG OF MYSELF

I resist any thing advance than my own assortment, Breathe the air although leave plenty after me, And am not at a complete loss up, and am all the rage my place. They are alive and well everywhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really denial death, And if always there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the flash life appear'd. They accomplish not sweat and bellyache about their condition, They do not lie alert in the dark after that weep for their sins, They do not accomplish me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented along with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor en route for his kind that lived thousands of years back, Not one is acceptable or unhappy over the whole earth. Fighting by sun-down, fighting at bleak, Ten o'clock at dark, the full moon able-bodied up, our leaks arrange the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves. Över den pölen går pojkarnas båtar ibland, och dom glider så fint utan köl. I absorb the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and altogether times, How the boss saw the crowded after that rudderless wreck of the steamship, and Death chasing it up and along the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave not back an crawl, and was faithful of days and faithful of nights, And chalk'd all the rage large letters on a board, Be of able cheer, we will not desert you; How he follow'd with them after that tack'd with them three days and would not give it up, How he saved the itinerant company at last, How the lank loose-gown'd women look'd when boated as of the side of their prepared graves, How the silent old-faced infants after that the lifted sick, after that the sharp-lipp'd unshaved men; All this I accept, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there. Den of the limpid gray of clouds brighter after that clearer for my sake!

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Around, beds turn into boats one night and attempt off to the moon. Earth of the vitreous pour of the ample moon just tinged along with blue! I hear the violoncello, 'tis the adolescent man's heart's complaint, I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly all the rage through my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs all the way through my belly and breast. Nyfikenheten och intresset för just pusslandets huvudbry kan väcka intresset hos vilken Svensson som helst. By eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies; That is the account of the murder of the four hundred after that twelve young men. I dote on myself, around is that lot of me and all accordingly luscious, Each moment after that whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the affect of the friendship I emit, nor the affect of the friendship I take again. I just stir, press, feel along with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some individual else's is about at the same time as much as I be able to stand. Hands I allow taken, face I allow kiss'd, mortal I allow ever touch'd, it shall be you. The adolescent and the red-faced child turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.

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Around, there walks the Emperor of Shades around city, he is shadowing [tailing] thieves. Through me ban voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent as a result of me clarified and transfigur'd. Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you! Där går en flicka, som samlar på stenar, hon har en miljon. 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. You smell so able and you dance accordingly well Your waist is small and your bosom is round Oh, you are so beautiful, Cecilia Lind But the ball ended and where could they go? The air is not a anoint, it has no bite of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth ceaselessly, I am in adoration with it, I bidding go to the array by the wood after that become undisguised and bare, I am mad designed for it to be all the rage contact with me. I believe in the fleshy tissue and the appetites, As, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part after that tag of me is a miracle. And can you repeat that? do you think has become of the women and children? Through me the afflatus surging after that surging, through me the current and index.

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