That I could forget the mockers and insults!
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.
How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!25 Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out.Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!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.In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.Who wishes to walk with me?I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.Have you reckon'd the earth much?The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, baby Geschlecht Vorhersage Numerologie The air tastes good to my palate.I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.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.
Long I was hugg'd close-long and long.
I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.