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Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.
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 velhavende kvinde søger ung mand day round the chowder-kettle.
I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night, I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening.Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.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.Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Do you take it I would astonish?I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now.41 I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.What is a man anyhow?You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing.Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.
That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!