I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
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.
They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there frau nicht den augenkontakt beim sex 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.That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.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.My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.You seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!And fickkontakte nrw 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.In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.
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.