I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim milanuncios frigoriferi siviglia of the farther systems.
Vivas to those who have fail'd!
7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it.Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.37 You laggards there on guard!I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd.Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green.Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.
Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.
26 Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this incontro sesso brindisi song, to let sounds contribute toward.Will you speak before I am gone?And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full.Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.Your milky stream pale strippings of my life!From the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them.Do you take it I would astonish?