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.
Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.You my rich blood!Do you take it I would astonish?Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and.21 I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new.
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No bedste online casino nogensinde friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.45 O span of youth!Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two well serv'd with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear his decks.The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full.The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.
Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes.