I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?
Or sailor from the sea?9 The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good beste datingsite utrecht or bad I say of myself I say of them.Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!
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.
I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.
11 Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore, Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly; Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.
In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows.The little dating sex contact light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old.Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?41 I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.Nest of guarded duplicate eggs!This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.