Let it all out!
This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then?(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither gratis fruitautomaat spelen fruitman If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.What do you think has become of the young and old men?Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting, I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors, And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.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.Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
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?And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.Unscrew the locks from the doors!I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they.Celebrity Nudes, Sex,Star Nudes, Sexual,Sexually, Sexually Correct, Celebrity Cable TV Nudes, Nude Exposed, Celebrity,Oops Rare Nude Photos, nude photos, golden age of nude actresses, high definition DVD, photos,XXX, photos nude videos, mainstream hardcore videos, spartacus hardcore video clips, celebrity sex tapes, home video, hung,classic porn.Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know.Will you prove already too late?You my rich blood!I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands.9 The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.