51 The past and present wilt-I have fill'd them, emptied them.
Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.
Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.
I am satisfied-I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall.If our colors are struck and the fighting done?We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.
Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!Firm masculine colter it shall be you!52 The spotted hawk är det ett smart sätt att spela slot maskiner swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.24 Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.