23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
For I see you, You splash in the buscando reunión sexo brescia water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly travel'd, and still I mount and mount.
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?
Quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers.Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!45 O span of youth!Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!Our foe was no sulk in his ship incontri adulto bakeka roma 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 mujer busca amante en quetzaltenango raking.I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In 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.Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail'd coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same.
Where are you off to, lady?
20 Who goes there?
A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, any thing is but a part.
42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands.41 I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my good will, Scattering it freely forever.And what is life?They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.