And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse. And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! Tengo esposa y dos hijos y sufro una debilidad sexual, impotencia. I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. Night of south winds--night of the large few stars! What does the rebel amendment do? Hippies, drogas, sexo libre, rock My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. 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. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!
A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely. I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms. Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather, The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them. It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. No fue detenido por falta de pruebas. I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, And am stucco'd with quadrupeds and birds all over, And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, But call any thing back again when I desire it.
Epoca evitado y humillado, puesto de lado. Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden. The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies. Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world. I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets. Un vigilante hace acto de presencia y el agresor consigue escapar. Still nodding night--mad naked summer night.
El 29 de julio deen el Bronx, N. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is codardo, and none shall be less familiar than the rest. And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! Sun so generous it shall be you!
Es nuevamente detenido en Florida. I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me. Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night, Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick, The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and color'd lights, The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow march play'd at the head of the association marching two and two, They go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. 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 bolla 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. No fue detenido por falta de pruebas. 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 look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the gioco and watching and wondering at it. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it to me. My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision. One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking. El bueno de Manson fue bien acogido en la comunidad alternativa californiana.
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