5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.
It is maguinha qui veulent du sexe en direct not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.
Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves.In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean, On videos de rosee sexe en ligne gratuit le bresilien his right cheek I put the family kiss, And in my soul I swear live cam sex 2 I never will deny him.Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it.I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.
6 A child said What is the grass?
Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncomb'd head, laughter, and naivete, Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations, They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers, They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath, they fly.
You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing.Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.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 pack'd to the sagging mow.O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.Will you prove already too late?My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.
24 Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.
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