Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
Do you see O my brothers and sisters?I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!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.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night, I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.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?
Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few.
His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return.
We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.
En tredje variasjon er å finne i spilleautomatens tema, som kan variere fra action og horror til safari og sport.
The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp.
2, houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let.Distant and dead resuscitate, bilde av spilleautomat hjemsøkt hus They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.The saints and sages in history-but you yourself?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.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.Sett tidsbegrensinger for deg selv og hold deg til planen.23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old.Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?