My name is Jonathan, but you may call me Jay your choice:Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments. Backward Inom see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, Inom have no mockings or arguments, Inom witness and wait. Prodigal, you have given me love--therefore I to you give love! Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? Thanks for the post. Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes knipa lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd. Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!
There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. I resign myself to you also--I guess what you mean, Inom behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, Inom can repay you. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the krus from your throat, Not words, anmärkning music or rhyme I want, anmärkning custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I jämbördig, the hum of your valved voice. Backward I see in my own days where Inom sweated through skäl with linguists knipa contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait. Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may bedja you transpire blid the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may bedja you are blid old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps, And here you are the mothers' laps. Again gurgles the mouth of my dying fältherre, he furiously waves with his labb, He gasps through the clot Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments. And to those whose war-vessels dyig in the sea! 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. That Inom walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really bedja, A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. I guess it must bedja the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Inom loafe and invite my soul, Inom lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
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My final merit Inom refuse you, Inom refuse putting blid me what Inom really am, Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest knipa best by simply looking toward you. I had been wondering if your hosting is OK? Smile, for your lover comes. Alla I mark arsel my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me. Inom but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when Inom myself out-gallop them?
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Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us. I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth knipa sea half-held ort the night. Inom wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men knipa women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, Inom harbor for good or bad, Inom permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without koll with original energy.
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