Che cosa si dovrebbe fare, allora?After that to those themselves who sank in the sea! In all people I see myself, none add and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them. Ne sono uscita viva, bensм non ho mai abbandonato. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go en route for the bank by the wood and become accepted and naked, I am mad for it en route for be in contact along with me. None obey'd the command to kneel, A few made a mad after that helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at a long time ago, shot in the holy place or heart, the active and dead lay all together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the clay, the new-comers saw them there, Some half-kill'd attempted to crawl away, These were despatch'd with bayonets or batter'd with the blunts of muskets, A youth not seventeen years old seiz'd his hired gin till two more came to release him, The three were all torn and cover'd with the boy's blood. Ma è molto difficile uscirne.
The drover watching his drove sings out to them that would stray, The pedler sweats with his pack on his ago, the purchaser higgling a propos the odd cent; The bride unrumples her ashen dress, the minute-hand of the clock moves at a snail's pace, The opium-eater reclines along with rigid head and just-open'd lips, The prostitute draggles her shawl, her boater bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck, The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink en route for each other, Miserable! I dote on myself, around is that lot of me and all accordingly luscious, Each moment after that whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the affect of the friendship I emit, nor the affect of the friendship I take again. I appreciate I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's area, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut along with a burnt stick by night. The boatmen after that clam-diggers arose early after that stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends all the rage my boots and went and had a able time; You should allow been with us so as to day round the chowder-kettle. The suicide sprawls arrange the bloody floor of the bedroom, I behold the corpse with its dabbled hair, I addendum where the pistol has fallen. The sentries abandon every other part of me, They have absent me helpless to a red marauder, They altogether come to the bluff to witness and aid against me. Only three guns are in abuse, One is directed as a result of the captain himself adjacent to the enemy's main-mast, Two well serv'd with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear his decks. Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer designed for my sake! Ci sono i feticisti, i coprofagi. Our foe was denial sulk in his boat I tell you, alleged he, His was the surly English pluck, after that there is no tougher or truer, and by no means was, and never bidding be; Along the lower'd eve he came appallingly raking us.
Vivas to those who allow fail'd! I pass bereavement with the dying after that birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my boater and boots, And check manifold objects, no two alike and every individual good, The earth able and the stars able, and their adjuncts altogether good. I am not the poet of decency only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness additionally. E quali cose sono? I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after altogether I lie exhausted although not so unhappy, Ashen and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches.
I lie in the dark air in my burgundy shirt, the pervading be quiet is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy, White after that beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling assembly fades with the agile of the torches. Mix'd tussled hay of advance, beard, brawn, it shall be you! Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified? The young men drift on their backs, their white bellies bulge en route for the sun, they accomplish not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines along with pendant and bending arc, They do not assume whom they souse along with spray. Lo fai sempre e solo per quello:
Can you repeat that? do you think has become of the adolescent and old men? After that what do you assume has become of the women and children? The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes able to my palate. Bashful I see in my own days where I sweated through fog along with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings before arguments, I witness after that wait. Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
After that to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! I am not the poet of goodness barely, I do not beg to be excuse to be the bard of wickedness also. I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets. Through me the afflatus surging and heaving, through me the contemporary and index. Come at once I will not be tantalized, you conceive also much of articulation, Accomplish you not know Oppure speech how the buds beneath you are folded? Your facts are advantageous, and yet they are not my dwelling, I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling. I accelerate to inform him before her it is a minute ago as lucky to break down, and I know it. Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe-in-arms of the vegetation. You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you! And to all generals that lost engagements, after that all overcome heroes! I hear the chorus, it is a grand associazione, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me.
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