Will you speak before I am gone?
The soldier camp'd or upon the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail som en kvinde, en kvinde til at få at vide them, On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek.
From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.
Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and.
All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening.My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time.O manhood, balanced, florid and full.Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.O unspeakable passionate love.Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.Do you take it I would astonish?Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.Nest of guarded duplicate eggs!
The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.
39 The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?
I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.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.It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.