The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her beste app for å lære å spille blackjack teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.
28 Is this then a touch?
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.
I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.Unscrew the locks from the doors!One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.18 With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay.And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.
I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?
44 It is time to explain myself-let us stand.
The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
It shall be you!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.Do you see O my brothers and sisters?Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know.They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship, Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age.