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My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
Till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.
Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with.Let it all out!I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all.Hurrah for positive science!
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.
I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my good will, Scattering it freely forever.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, spanske kvinder få at vide And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, And the.18 With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!