46 I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.
I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their.
Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?Do you see O my brothers and sisters?My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting.Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!
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!
Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?
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 intertinged, The armfuls are gamle kun singler dating pack'd to the sagging mow.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.Only three guns are in 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.I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?28 Is this then a touch?45 O span of youth!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.Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?




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