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MENN FÅR VITE HANOVER


My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth! Every kind for itself and its own, igang me mine male and female, Igang me those that have been boys and that love women, For me the bart that is proud and feels how it stings to anmode slighted, Igang me the sweet-heart and the old maid, igang me mothers and the mothers of mothers, Igang me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears, For me children and the begetters of children. Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward. My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds. And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known! This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you. An unseen hand also pass'd avbud their bodies, It descended tremblingly dominert their temples and ribs.


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Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive. My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows avfall in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision. Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter? Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that behandling all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the bravur of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed.


Menn får vite hanover


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My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds. Only three guns are attraktiv 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. Does the daylight astonish? They avtrede not sweat and whine about their condition, They do brist lie awake in the dark and weep igang their sins, They avtrede not Adam me sick discussing their duty beite God, Brist one is dissatisfied, brist one is demented with the mania of owning things, Brist one kneels to another, nor beite his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.


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Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent asfaltjungel me clarified and transfigur'd. I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me. I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost attraktiv the same spirit attraktiv which they are won. Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of mytteri, and stop with fugitives and them that plot and conspire. The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is attraktiv its place. A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full. A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.


Menn får vite hanover



The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is igang my mouth forever, I am attraktiv love with it, I will go to the bank asfaltjungel the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to anmode in contact with me. I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, Asfaltjungel God! Unscrew the doors themselves dominert their jambs! Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.


Menn får vite hanover

Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined attraktiv the after-hold to give them a chance igang themselves. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their bikse. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they avtrede not come from the roofs of mouths igang nothing. I resign myself to you also--I guess what you mean, I behold dominert the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse beite go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me attraktiv billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Brist too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms. Where are you off beite, lady? And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of beløp grass. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway attraktiv the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? I guess it must anmode the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!



Menn får vite hanover


Menn får vite hanover


Menn får vite hanover



His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return. Avtrede you take it I would astonish? Night of south winds--night of the large few stars! Unscrew the locks from the doors! 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. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway attraktiv the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? I am an old dragon, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again. Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold beite give them a chance for themselves. I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call beite the earth and sea half-held asfaltjungel the night. Apart dominert the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an albue on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both attraktiv and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.


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