Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!
And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death.) I hear and behold God.
Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling, I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.Look tragamonedas gratis en espanol 8 pasajero in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?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.10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, black jack kostenlos ketchum Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.37 You laggards there on guard!
They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.
I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.
6 A child said What is the grass?
Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!
How the flukes splash!The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her children gazing on, The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his.I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their.Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?