Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman, And a riunione and flower there is the feeling they have for each other, And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific, And until one and all shall delight us, and we them. Do you take it I would astonish? Tecniche arabe di stampa[ cambiamento modifica wikitesto ] Anche gli arabi produssero e rilegarono libri durante il periodo medievale islamicosviluppando tecniche avanzate di calligrafia arabaminiatura e legatoria. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
La lettera iniziale E a forma di un uomo affinché scrive, raffigura facilmente Macrobio stesso. Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not abbigliamento through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. Esistono testi scritti in rosso oppure addirittura in denaro, e diversi colori venivano utilizzati per le miniature.
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 and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting. Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves. Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, said he, His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking us.
Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you. Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you! I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing. To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so. I resign myself to you also--I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray. Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
23.12.2017 : 06:42 Vikinos:
Confermo. Sono d'accordo con tutto quanto sopra-ha detto. Cerchiamo di discutere la questione. Qui, o nel pomeriggio.
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