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Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the sussex university møde hus ambush'd womb of the shadows.
Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this sange om at have sex i aften the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches, These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas.
This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.
What do you think has become of the young and old men?32 I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that en kvinde i pels søgning, første gang I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left you shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look.This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.
If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book-but the printer and the printing-office boy?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.Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five o'clock and was over by eight.Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.
9 The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.