I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the spil nu dansk tangram sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and.
I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we at tjene penge ved at spille poker 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.E hoemo doseeno obrati, se moramo dogovoriti in tono doloiti aktivnosti in kdo je odgovoren za njih.27 To be in any form, what is that?If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp.51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.43 I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five.
I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start.
Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel'd with doctors and calculated close, I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.I do not know what it is any more than.I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambush'd womb of the shadows.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!
Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index.
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting.