My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!
The earth by triks for å vinne spilleautomat jumpin gull the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction, The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!
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.
That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.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.It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.18 With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.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.One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.Which of the young men does she like the best?I resign myself to you also-I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land.All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries, On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms, The crew of the fish-smack pack online merkur casino viersen åpningstider repeated layers of halibut.Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.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.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.
27 To be in any form, what is that?