Somehow I have been stunn'd.
I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of juegos casino las vegas me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward juegos de tragamonedas gratis descargar and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!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.I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and.I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd.Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, any thing is but a part.Long I was hugg'd close-long and long.Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps, All below duly travel'd, and still I mount and mount.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.Old age superbly rising!The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.