36 Stretch'd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the one we have conquer'd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white.
And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.) I hear and behold God.
Have you outstript the rest?I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, casino kortspill history playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.14 The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation, The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close, Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky.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.11 Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore, Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly; Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.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.Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother.See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and.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.I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!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.
Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.