Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.
Who wishes to walk with me?
A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.Sun so generous it shall be you!Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And gay Mann treffen sex what is reason?All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening.Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.20 Who goes there?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.Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.
42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.
To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean, On his right cheek I put the family kiss, And in my soul I swear I never will deny him.
Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.