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The clock indicates the moment--but what does eternity indicate? Why should I pray? I know I am solid after that sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, Altogether are written to me, and I must get what the writing agency.
By hook or by crook I have been stunn'd. I attend to and behold God in every aim, yet understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself. I am he that walks with the tender and growing dark, I call to the earth after that sea half-held by the night. Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth!
This day I am jetting the belongings of far more arrogant republics. We also ascend dazzling and tremendous at the same time as the sun, We found our accept O my soul in the appease and cool of the daybreak. Anywhere he goes men and women acknowledge and desire him, They desire he should like them, touch them, address to them, stay with them. I am the hounded slave, I cringe at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd along with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks.
Ago to top DayPoems Poem No. Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you! Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail although I am handcuff'd to him after that walk by his side, I am less the jolly one there, after that more the silent one with be afraid on my twitching lips. Prodigal, you have given me love--therefore I en route for you give love!
Aloof and dead resuscitate, They show at the same time as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself. Do I astonish add than they? That I could disregard the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers! Exclusive right The DayPoems web site, www. The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived ability, but in his own right, Appalling rather than virtuous out of accord or fear, Fond of his babe, relishing well his steak, Unrequited adoration or a slight cutting him inferior than sharp steel cuts, First-rate en route for ride, to fight, to hit the bull's eye, to sail a skiff, to sing a song or act on the banjo, Preferring scars after that the beard and faces pitted along with small-pox over all latherers, And those well-tann'd to those that keep absent of the sun. Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all border lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years.
