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.
15 The pure contralto sings in the organ loft, The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp, The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner, The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with.
I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the.
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.We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.Klik op de link om deze te installeren, of probeer een ander spel!Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, any thing is but a part.None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves.
I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
Het Haagse koppel Michiel Kleykamp en Jet van der Lippe maakt riemen van gebruikte buitenbanden.
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.Copyright The DayPoems web site, t, is copyright by Timothy.What do you think has become of the young and old men?Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall win beurs geld 8s be you.Spel laden, spel laden, mijn laatst gespeelde spelletjes, gelijksoortige spellen.Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors.I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.