Quotes About Connection

The weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them.

I have embraced you and henceforth possess you to myself, and when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

Enough - the Centenarian's story ends; The two, past and present, have interchanged; I myself, as connector, as chansonnier of a great future, am now speaking.

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 my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barleycorn less, And the good or bad I say of them.

And I will not make a poem nor the least part of a poem but has reference to the soul, Because having look'd at the objects of the universe, I find there is no one nor any particle of one but has reference to the soul.

Tú, lector, palpitas de vida y de orgullo y de amor como yo. Para ti, pues, estos cantos.

I have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, And call any thing close again when I desire it.

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease . . . observing a spear of summer grass.

In poems or in speeches I say the word or two that has got to be said, adhere to the body, step with the countless common footsteps, and remind every man and woman of something.

Not the book needs so much to be the complete thing, but the reader of the book does.

Si em vols tornar a veure, busca'm sota les soles de les teves sabates. Amb prou feines sabràs qui sóc o què significo, però igualment et faré bé, a tu [...]. Si no aconsegueixes arribar a mi a la primera, no defalleixis, si no em trobes en un indret, prova-ho en un altre. M'he aturat en algun lloc, i t'espero.

Quédate hoy conmigo, vive conmigo un día y una noche y te mostraré el origen de todos los poemas. Tendrás entonces todo cuanto hay de grande en la Tierra y en el Sol (existen además millones de soles más allá) y nada tomarás ya nunca de segunda ni de tercera mano, ni mirarás más por los ojos de los muertos, ni te nutrirás con el espectro de los libros.

We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again—we two

Camerado, isto não é um livro, Quem nele tocar, toca num homem

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Sétáljunk tova ketten a többitÅ'l; Most együtt vagyunk szemtÅ'l-szembe, hagyd abba a ceremóniát, Jer! tedd meg nekem, amit még nem tettél meg senkinek – Mondd el nekem az egész történetet, Mondd el nekem, amit nem mondanál el fivérednek, feleségednek, férjednek, vagy az orvosodnak.

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice.

Ó lélek, nagynak tartod azt, ha roppant könyvek értelméig elhatolsz, És gondolattal terhesen drámákba és elméletekbe mélyedsz? De átérezni most felém trillázó boldogságod, kismadárka, Mellyel tele az ?r, elhagyatott szobám s a lassú délelÅ'tt, Ó, lélek, ez nem éppoly nagy dolog?

Poseo hilos conductores rapidísimos, ya esté quieto o en marcha. tentáculos que se apoderan de todas las cosas y las llevan intactas a través de mi ser. Cuando rozo, palpo o siento con mis dedos, soy feliz. Y tocar otro cuerpo es algo que apenas puedo resistir.

Camerado, this is no book, Who touches this touches a man, (Is it night? are we here together alone?) It is I you hold and who holds you, I spring from the pages into your arms...

Te vagy az, akit gyakran és csendben fölkeresek, hogy veled lehessek, Amikor veled sétálok, vagy melletted ülök, vagy együtt maradok veled ugyanabban a szobában, Keveset tudsz arról a finom, elektromos t?zrÅ'l, ami a te kedvedért játszik bennem.

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