I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the heldig cruise slots facebook soundings of plummets.
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.Ne presojajo se sodelavci, ampak delovna mesta in stroji.Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.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.I plead for my brothers and sisters.
The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.
Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.
I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.And what is love?My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.Back to top DayPoems Poem.And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him.