One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.
24 Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship.
I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) jeg ønsker å tjene penger på å spille tv spill I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?Xml target"javadoc" javadoc ant javadoc patch ml cygwin patch cygwin patch zip, mIF Doclet m pdfpdfpdf.Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?Are you the President?You seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.What is a man anyhow?This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.5S: Shitsuke ohraniti, zadnji S se nanaa na dosledno uporabo vpeljanih postopkov.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.
51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.