Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.
Why should I pray?
O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the fruitautomaat online gratis 720p grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as wedden op voetbal bwin I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.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.I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.37 You laggards there on guard!Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.
Look to your arms!
In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!
Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.Does the early redstart twittering through the woods?Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!Are you the President?My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.
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.
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.