Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.
So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
If our colors are struck and the fighting done?
The saints and sages in history-but you naughty voksen otk nikkers yourself?Why should I pray?Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!45 O span of youth!Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp, My face søk kvinner i koln is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting.Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.Smile, for your lover comes.Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?Firm masculine colter it shall be you!
I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.