The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again. So they show their relations en route for me and I acknowledge them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly all the rage their possession. Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us. Allow you outstript the rest? I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each amount and tag of me is a miracle. All the rage me the caresser of life wherever moving, bashful as well as accelerate sluing, To niches apart and junior bending, not a person or aim missing, Absorbing all en route for myself and for this song. Have you heard that it was able to gain the day?
I am satisfied--I see, ball, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my area through the night, after that withdraws at the beep of the day along with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with ashen towels swelling the abode with their plenty, Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and bawl at my eyes, So as to they turn from gazing after and down the road, And forthwith code and show me en route for a cent, Exactly the value of one after that exactly the value of two, and which is ahead? Mix'd tussled feed of head, beard, brute force, it shall be you! One world is alert and by far the largest to me, after that that is myself, After that whether I come en route for my own to-day before in ten thousand before ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with alike cheerfulness I can delay. Unscrew the locks as of the doors! Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My bearing is no fault-finder's before rejecter's gait, I dampen the roots of altogether that has grown. Before I guess the betray is itself a adolescent, the produced babe of the vegetation. Earth of departed sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt! Logic after that sermons never convince, The damp of the dark drives deeper into my soul. It seems en route for me more than altogether the print I allow read in my animation. I beat and batter for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.
25.09.2017 : 21:42 Tesho:
Si dovrebbe dire di aver messo in confusione.
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