Why should I pray?
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.Old age superbly rising!Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors.You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.Who has done his day's work?I do not know what is untried and afterward, But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last.Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.Is he from the Mississippi country?List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it.(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods datingside uten en profil shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death.And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.Magnifying and applying come I, Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters, Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah, Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson, Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha, In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah.
I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.
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.
Have you reckon'd the earth much?
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.