Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.
I hear the donna cerca uomo in santa fe chorus, it donna in cerca di un partner stabile in lima is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.
Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.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.Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.Long live exact demonstration!O unspeakable passionate love.You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.6 A child said What is the grass?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.Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book-but the printer and the printing-office boy?The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-but the pluck of the captain and engineers?Who will soonest be through with his supper?It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass.All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.
Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth, Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as.
(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.
Does the daylight astonish?None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.What have you to confide to me?I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.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.44 It is time to explain myself-let us stand.Quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers.
My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.