I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.
I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
Why should I venerate and be ceremonious? kl.20:45 fanø. kl.01:16 thansen. kl.21:36 Maxi.I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms. kl.19:22 Thansen.(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.) 17 These are really the thoughts.Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.Udløber Årets Fuglefoto, dansk Ornitologisk Forening, DOF, kårer Årets Fuglefoto 2017. kl.08:54 værktøj. kl.15:37 Bruger?
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.
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?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In spille slots for penge stranden 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.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel'd with doctors and calculated close, I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.I am satisfied-I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall.Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession. kl.00:20 E-mail?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.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.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. kl.19:45 Motor.