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 chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.And what is love?What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work.
I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.
I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.
Why should I pray?1900 Comment on DayPoems?2, houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!By, walt Whitman, i celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom lokale gårder essex belonging to me as good belongs to you.Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, ekstreme sexdate It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.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 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.