Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?
6 A child said What is the grass?51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was ebay spilleautomat last ned gratis even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
Does the daylight astonish?
There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
39 The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?
Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two well serv'd with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear his decks.
A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
Long live exact demonstration!
In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?Easily written loose-finger'd chords-I feel the thrum of your climax and close.Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.33 Space and Time!My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!