His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return.
36 Stretch'd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the one we have conquer'd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white.
Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?
So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.The second First-day morning they were brought out ubehageligt med øjenkontakt under sex in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five o'clock and was over by eight.They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last.The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.Do I astonish more than they?10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.
26 Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward.
Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches, These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas.
I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship.She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, And am stucco'd with quadrupeds and birds all over, And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, But call any thing back again when I desire.42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.