Sit a while dear son, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
Who will soonest be through with his supper?(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders, The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor, The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls, The hurrahs for.We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire, killing all around and blowing up overhead.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.If our colors are struck and the fighting done?What have you to confide to me?That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be, A morning-glory at my window adult sex dating i tennent ' new jersey satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.Firm masculine colter it shall be you!Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any.To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.
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Hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well, The woodman that takes his axe and jug with him shall take me with him all day, The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice, In vessels that.I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp.
Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.