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See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.And what do you think has become of the women and children?
15 The pure contralto sings in the organ loft, The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp, The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner, The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with.
This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then?
Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth, Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.Why should I pray?I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.Will you prove already too late?And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home.Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and.My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.