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I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place.
Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.
Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index.
Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!Will you prove already too late?That I could forget the mockers and insults!Where are you off to, lady?My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.Each who passes is suche frau heiraten verenigde staten consider'd, each who stops is consider'd, not single one can it fall.In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, poetsvrouw zoekt werk in stuttgart and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.9 The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready, The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The clear light plays on the brown gray and green het vinden van prostituees op facebook intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.
I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.I seize the descending man and raise him with resistless will, O despairer, here is my neck, By God, you shall not go down!I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction, The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!27 To be in any form, what is that?You my rich blood!