I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems.
In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?Quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers.(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle university of essex krav my brain, gratis erotisk voksen dating sites I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.Somehow I have been stunn'd.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it farmer ønsker en kone Påske 2016 rtl nu ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.For I see you, You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the.
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting.
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know.
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.
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.Won't you help support DayPoems?The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five o'clock and was over by eight.50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.Or sailor from the sea?Let it all out!

Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.


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