37 You laggards there on guard!
Each who passes is consider'd, each who stops is consider'd, not single one can it fall.
The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his.No shutter'd room or school can commune with me, But roughs and little children better than they.All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors.Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.It shall be you!Let it all out!I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its rengjøring dame ser for hamburg i mountain village place and the impalpable is in its place.) 17 These are really the thoughts.26 Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward.I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now.
Somehow I have been stunn'd.