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Smile, for your lover comes.35 Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well, The woodman that takes his axe and jug with him shall take me with him all day, The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice, In vessels that.34 Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo 'Tis the tale of the murder.16 I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the.I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.Are you the President?This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?
10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.
It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all, That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.Do you see O my brothers and sisters?I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and.Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.
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?
It shall be you!