Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!
I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.
Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes.Look to your arms!Divine am gratis casino spil til gratis bare for sjov I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
11 Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore, Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly; Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.
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.
In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows.I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night, I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?