And what is life?
You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing.
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.Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O jakten på kjærligheten franc speech how the buds beneath you are folded?Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.Where are you off to, lady?Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but.8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.(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.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.Why should I wish to see God better than this day?Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book-but the printer and the printing-office boy?What is a man anyhow?Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!O manhood, balanced, florid and full.Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking.I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.