30 All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch?) Logic and.
I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.By, walt Whitman, i celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.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 online slot maskin spel tekokare is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.For I see you, You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all.
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!