Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.
Who will soonest be through with his supper?
Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or protel dxp 2004 keygen bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.
The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad.
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.I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.13 The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes.If our colors are struck and the fighting done?The sky up there-yet here or next door, or across the way?Will you prove already too late?I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall.
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
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.
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.
Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambush'd womb of the shadows.Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?31 I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, And the.Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last.Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.