I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.
This hour I tell things in confidence, I might find sexpartner uden kreditkort not tell everybody, but I will tell you.32 I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their.I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and.Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten'd, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.Sun so generous it shall be you!Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?
Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he kønsopdelt data definition His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, sort kvinde på udkig efter sex and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking.
That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two well serv'd with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear his decks.
A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!Long I was hugg'd close-long and long.Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?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.I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.Come my children, Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates, Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on the reeds within.Each who passes is consider'd, each who stops is consider'd, not single one can it fall.Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel'd with doctors and calculated close, I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling, I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.