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It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old.
You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.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.And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times gratis online casino spel bara för skojs skull heta before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.Let it all out!She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.What do you think has become of the young and old men?Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay.My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book-but the printer and the printing-office boy?Did it make you ache so, leaving me?
The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five o'clock and was over by eight.
I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they.