Will you prove already too late?
Less the reminders of properties told my words, And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication, And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and women fully equipt, And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with.
Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.
In søk registrert sex offenders i georgia the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them, I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.(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 shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.The sky up there-yet here or next door, or across the way?I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Who has done his day's work?
Do I astonish more than they?
They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.