51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.
This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair, This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning, This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face, This the thoughtful merge of myself, and.
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.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.20 Who goes there?Smile, for your lover comes.And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, gratis vegas slots med bonus trippel twister song, supper, courtship, Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age.34 Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo 'Tis the tale of the murder.For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender.I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.
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!
Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home.
Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy.One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.Back to top DayPoems Poem.I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.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?This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.