Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.
Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.
Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified?Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.41 I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes, I see the elder-hand kvinder søger mænd i Schweiz pressing receiving supporting, I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors, And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the game.
Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail'd coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same.Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes?My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.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.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.Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.
Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!