Song of Myself
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автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Song of Myself

Николай Зубов
Николай Зубовдәйексөз келтірді8 жыл бұрын
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
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Николай Зубов
Николай Зубовдәйексөз келтірді8 жыл бұрын
I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize,
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Николай Зубов
Николай Зубовдәйексөз келтірді8 жыл бұрын
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
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vдәйексөз келтірді1 ай бұрын
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. Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.
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vдәйексөз келтірді1 ай бұрын
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun . . . . there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand . . . . nor look through the eyes of the dead . . . . nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them for yourself.
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I am the poet of the body, And I am the poet of the soul.
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I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
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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.
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I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from; The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer, This head is more than churches or bibles or creeds.
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contradict myself? Very well then . . . . I contradict myself; I am large . . . . I contain multitudes.
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