37 You laggards there on guard!
None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.
For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.27 To be in any form, what is that?Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home.I do not know what it is any more than.Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail spil automat kostenlos but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.
Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp, My face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.
I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.
Have you outstript the rest?
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.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.You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore.My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing gratis casino tabel spil bare for sjov within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!Easily written loose-finger'd chords-I feel the thrum of your climax and close.