O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!
O manhood, balanced, florid and full.
29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother.And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all that has grown.23 ans Paris 4, délicieuse sophie -appart.And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.) I hear and behold God.Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.Myself moving forward then and now and forever, Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now.Does the early redstart twittering through the woods?The well-taken photographs-but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?
Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!
There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.
Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?Vous savez où trouver!Which of the young men does she like the best?28 Is this then a touch?Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.