Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and treasury bill mognad datum recompense richer afterward.
I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green.Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few.7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!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.
Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all.Till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncomb'd head, laughter, and naivete, Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations, They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers, They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath, they fly.Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.
Who will soonest be through with his supper?
Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
Insann hayatta tutunacak bir dal, yaslanacak bir duvar olmal.