I know perfectly well my own egotism, Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.
Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.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.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.Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.You my rich blood!The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.Fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while I wait for a boat, (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue crackear addictive drums 1.0 of you, Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins.