I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.
If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.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.I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.Easily written loose-finger'd chords-I feel the thrum of your climax and close.It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.Gentlemen, to you the first honors always!We hebben heel grote collectie van fruitautomaten en fruitkasten verzameld die je zowel gratis als voor echt geld kunt spelen.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.
28 Is this then a touch?
7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
Do I astonish more than they?
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start.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.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.My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle.Het is inderdaad een goede manier om te oefenen en om je favoriete gokkast te kiezen.By, walt Whitman, i celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.What are you doing?