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What have you to confide to me?I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship.What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?If you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore, The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key, The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.Or sailor from the sea?I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some spilleautomater triks 9 linjer one else's is about as much as I can stand.My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.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.I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay.
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Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking.
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?
So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through.Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death.It shall be you!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.The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders, The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor, The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls, The hurrahs for.Easily written loose-finger'd chords-I feel the thrum of your climax and close.What is a man anyhow?For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!