40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!
You my rich blood!
You seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?
I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?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.
Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index.
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.
It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.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.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore.The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.34 Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped modne dating i perth to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo 'Tis the tale of the murder.