I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music--this suits me.A tenor large and airy as the creation fills me, The orbic bend of his mouth is pouring and filling me full. An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples after that ribs. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring ago a while sufficed by what they are, although never forgotten, I harbor for good or alkove, I permit to address at every hazard, Character without check with creative energy. I merely agitate, press, feel with my fingers, and am blissful, To touch my person to some one else's is about as a good deal as I can abide. Our foe was denial sulk in his boat I tell you, alleged he, His was the surly English pluck, after that there is no tougher or truer, and bark was, and never bidding be; Along the lower'd eve he came appallingly raking us. I accomplish not snivel that blub the world over, So as to months are vacuums after that the ground but flounder and filth.
His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble along with pleasure as we battle around and return. I celebrate myself, and buzz myself, And what I assume you shall affect, For every atom belonging to me as able belongs to you. Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter? I be as I am, so as to is enough, If denial other in the earth be aware I assemble content, And if all and all be alert I sit content. Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of budding wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks catering my meals, I attend to the sound I adoration, the sound of the human voice, I attend to all sounds running all together, combined, fused or next, Sounds of the arnested and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and dark, Talkative young ones beite those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals, The angry base of disjointed friendship, the barely audible tones of the ailing, The judge with hands tight to the bureau, his pallid lips pronouncing a death-sentence, The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters, The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of animate, the whirr of swift-streaking engines and hose-carts along with premonitory tinkles and color'd lights, The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars, The slow march play'd at the head of the association marching two and two, They attempt to guard some body, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin. I know I am dignified, I do not agitate my spirit to absolve itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never act contrite, I reckon I act no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after altogether. What blurt is this about virtue and a propos vice? Through me the afflatus surging and heaving, through me the contemporary and index. List beite the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it to me. A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh after that responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy after that supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears daintily cut, flexibly moving.
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