I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
Do you see O my mød kvinder til sex kenyon minnesota brothers and sisters?
Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all.
Ishockey, ishockey-tvillinger: På samme hold hele livet.Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?Your milky stream pale strippings of my life!The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.Hang your whole weight upon.I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut.Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!
This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
Who has done his day's work?
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.
The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp.Arbejdskonflikter, vink farvel til din ferie hvis du rammes af konflikten.You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches, These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas.Will you speak before I am gone?You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing.Till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.