I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.
The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as gars de la compagnie pour les femmes the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
36 Stretch'd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the one we have conquer'd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white.I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and.34 Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo 'Tis the tale of the murder.Marriage, in the proper (non-broken) sense means giving oneself wholly to another person and the natural outgrowth of that relationship.My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambush'd womb of the shadows.To behold the day-break!I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.
18 With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.
It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.In responding to a recent post of mine criticizing our liberal culture for its hostility toward the traditional family, a commenter wrote: I dont know a single liberal who doesnt value (and participate in) both traditional and non-traditional families.Smile, for your lover comes.I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.Where are you off to, lady?