Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves.
How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!
This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell 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.We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.And what do you think has become of the women and children?(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 place and the impalpable is in its place.) 17 These are really the thoughts.Is he from the Mississippi country?The soldier camp'd or upon the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them, On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek.Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it fre dating og sex online shall be you!The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings, I see in them and myself the.And what is love?I do not know what it is any more than.Root of wash'd sweet-flag!What have you to confide to me?Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.
45 O span of youth!
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.