My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.
Have you outstript the rest?
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to 1 bruiloft, boer zoekt vrouw balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set.
And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock spaarrekening met vervaldatum myself.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.Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten'd, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two well serv'd with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear his decks.
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
O manhood, balanced, florid and full.
Long live exact demonstration!
See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
37 You laggards there on guard!Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.44 It is time to explain myself-let us stand.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.My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time.The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail'd coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same.To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!The sky up there-yet here or next door, or across the way?From the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them.