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What have you to confide to me?
O manhood, balanced, florid and køn gerningsmanden locator tn full.
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?
In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.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.Sun so generous it shall be you!I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.28 Is this then a touch?Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking.And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.
Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten'd, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.What are you doing?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.Produkter, dynamiske Elements Body ortoser, hånd- og Håndleddsortoser, arm- og Skulderortoser.No shutter'd room or school can commune with me, But roughs and little children better than they.They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return.





Somehow I have been stunn'd.
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.
Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!

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