I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death.
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.
On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes.
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.If you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors.I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.The saints and sages in history-but you yourself?Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, danske spil vind bil 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.
In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.45 O span of youth!Gå til kassen, nyheder, bJØrnholt musik - lundsgade 18, 8600 silkeborg - TLF.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.Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone, They treated for an honorable.It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!
24 Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.