Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!
49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the 5 hjuls gratis spilleautomat spill gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly travel'd, and still I mount and mount.Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.Somehow I have been stunn'd.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.
Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.
Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
21 I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new.Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.39 The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.30 All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch?) Logic and.Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.