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them know your scarlet heat, let them glisten,

       Saturate them with yourself all ashamed and wet,

       Glow upon all I have written or shall write, bleeding drops,

       Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops.

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      City of orgies, walks and joys,

       City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make

       Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your

       spectacles, repay me,

       Not the interminable rows of your houses, nor the ships at the wharves,

       Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows with

       goods in them,

       Nor to converse with learn’d persons, or bear my share in the soiree

       or feast;

       Not those, but as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and swift flash

       of eyes offering me love,

       Offering response to my own — these repay me,

       Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.

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      Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes,

       This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,

       My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm;

       Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly

       on the lips with robust love,

       And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship’s deck give a

       kiss in return,

       We observe that salute of American comrades land and sea,

       We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.

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      I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,

       All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,

       Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous of dark green,

       And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,

       But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there

       without its friend near, for I knew I could not,

       And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it and

       twined around it a little moss,

       And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,

       It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,

       (For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)

       Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;

       For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana

       solitary in a wide in a wide flat space,

       Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,

       I know very well I could not.

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      Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,

       You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me

       as of a dream,)

       I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,

       All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,

       chaste, matured,

       You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,

       I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours

       only nor left my body mine only,

       You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you

       take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,

       I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or

       wake at night alone,

       I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

       I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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      This moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone,

       It seems to me there are other men in other lands yearning and thoughtful,

       It seems to me I can look over and behold them in Germany, Italy,

       France, Spain,

       Or far, far away, in China, or in Russia or talking other dialects,

       And it seems to me if I could know those men I should become

       attached to them as I do to men in my own lands,

       O I know we should be brethren and lovers,

       I know I should be happy with them.

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      I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions,

       But really I am neither for nor against institutions,

       (What indeed have I in common with them? or what with the

       destruction of them?)

       Only I will establish in the Mannahatta and in every city of these

       States inland and seaboard,

       And in the fields and woods, and above every keel little or large

       that dents the water,

       Without edifices or rules or trustees or any argument,

       The institution of the dear love of comrades.

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      The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing,

       I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,

       Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,

       Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings,

       Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh, nutritious,

       Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and

       command, leading not following,

       Those with a never-quell’d audacity,


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