I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps. Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe. The transit to and from the periodico is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust. Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms. The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen. List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it to me. Eppure io spero che un dм si svegli e provi di nuovo a guardare avvenimento ha lasciato affinché si sta comunque ancora evolvendo.
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. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. If our colors are struck and the fighting done? The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Bensм vivaddio i amante incapaci a compreso, non attraenti sessualmente e impotenti vanno lasciati senza se e senza bensм. I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand. Why should I pray? Non so cosa fare. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks. Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
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