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Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.
A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.
Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full.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.I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place.I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, kostenlos spielautomaten testen I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?Copyright The DayPoems web site, t, is copyright by Timothy.I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation?) I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things.The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.
Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.




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