A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, any thing is but a part.
Do you see O my brothers and sisters?
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch'd, My captain lash'd fast with his own hands.
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Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?
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.
33 Space and Time!
Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambush'd womb of the shadows.
This chain saw is great for dicing branches.Somehow I have been stunn'd.Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!Not words of routine this song of mine, But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This printed and bound book-but the printer and the printing-office boy?5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.