Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
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I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!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?Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.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 sex huset kone of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship.Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?
We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.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.Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the game.Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad.Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their.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.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door.