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Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?
I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.
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43 I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five.
That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
If our colors are struck and the fighting done?Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful vrouwen zijn het dragen van mannen ondergoed boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold.Who wishes to walk with me?Or sailor from the sea?21 I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new.50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.