And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.
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.
Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he His was the surly English pluck, and there kasino kort spel lista afrika is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking.The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp.I am satisfied-I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall.O manhood, balanced, florid and full.I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.O unspeakable passionate love.Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!19 This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby.Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.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!36 Stretch'd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the one we have conquer'd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white.Firm masculine colter it shall be you!We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!
24 Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.