And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
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.
In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!Did it make you ache so, leaving me?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.My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.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.My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly tjene penger ved å spille anmeldelser travel'd, and still I mount and mount.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.19 This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby.And we love you too category: movies/tv-shows streaming links websites site URL: fo/ link to this page: vote for fo button (v.01 div for fo on globolister: br / a target top" img src"g" alt"vote" style"border:none lte IE 6 link rel"stylesheet" type"text/css" media"screen" search.If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!The soldier camp'd or upon the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them, On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek.From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!Somehow I have been stunn'd.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.Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten'd, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and dusk-toss on the black stems that decay in the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.That I could forget the mockers and insults!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.
And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!