I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.
This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
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?Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.The well-taken photographs-but your wife or friend close online best casino 3d games and solid in your arms?Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place.Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes.O unspeakable passionate love.Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay.
And what is love?The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore.Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!Back to top DayPoems Poem.Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.