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Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray.
Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.
I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall.
Do you take it I would astonish?
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.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.This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms levande återförsäljare blackjack online and spouts of blood!