And what is life?
Eleves, I salute you!
Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.
30 All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, sky force games full version (What is less or more than a touch?) Logic and.And what do you think has become of the women and children?I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems.Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.What is a man anyhow?I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!20 Who goes there?Till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!27 To be in any form, what is that?Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!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.I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times, How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steamship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave lightroom 4.4 serial key not back.How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.
Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.