Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last.
43 I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five.
I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.
Through me many long dumb voices, Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves, Voices of the diseas'd and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs, Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion, And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and.
Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death.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.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
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That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.
Have you outstript the rest?We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit, And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set.I remember now, I resume the overstaid fraction, The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves, Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from.