I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.
Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.
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.5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.Old age superbly rising!28 Is this then a touch?8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.44 It is time to explain myself-let us stand.This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate.Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.(This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.) To any one dying, thither I speed wo reiche frau kennenlernen and twist the knob of the door.Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web.
It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.
I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.Sit a while dear son, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.So thank YOU-thank YOU-thank YOU!Let it all out!I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.