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.
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.
29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.What are you doing?This is the geologist, this works spille gratis spilleautomat spill dolphin reef with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.Where are you off to, lady?49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay.Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.It shall be you!I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!
My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.