Have you reckon'd the earth much?
I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.
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.
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.The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.The saints and sages in history-but thien nga den ebook you yourself?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.I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.
Or sailor from the sea?
You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction, The heav'd challenge from the east that moment over my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?