We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.
Vivas to those who have fail'd!
The saints and sages in history-but you yourself?Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting, I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors, And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors.
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full adolescent sex datoer moon just tinged with blue!
It shall be you!
I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!I hear the train'd soprano (what work with hers is this?) The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them, It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!Do I astonish more than they?
Unscrew the locks from the doors!
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, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.