1、When I first saw Will, he was still in one of those TVs. Talented, but struggled his whole life to fit into a world different from him. Did have love inside him. Maybe too much. Too much love, no one to give it to.
2、I mean, can you imagine it? Right now there are people sat in their chairs,like, rooting for us, judging us,laughing at my jokes,and those people are being watched by someone else too, who's being watched by someone else, who's being watched by someone else, who's being watched by someone else.It's deep, though, innit?
3、I send flowers, and other people send pigs to eat them.
4、Have you ever reckon'd the earth much? Spend this day,And night with me, And you shall possess the origin of all poems.
I...I celebrate myself. And sing myself. And what I assume you shall assume. For every atom belonging to me. As good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul. I lean and I loafe at my ease. Observing a spear.Of summer grass. My tongue. Every atom of my blood. Born here. From parents born here. And their parents the same. As their parents the same. I, now 37 years old And in perfect health begin. Hoping to cease not till death.
The smoke of my breath Echoes. Ripples. Buzz'd whispers. Love-root. Silk-thread. Crotch and vine. My inspiration and respiration. The passing of air and blood. Through my lungs. The sound of the belch'd words of my voice. Loos'd to the eddies of the wind. A few light kisses. A few embraces. The reaching around of arms. The play of the light. And shade on the trees. As the supple boughs wag. The delight alone. Or the rush of the streets, mm. Or along the fields and hill-sides. The feeling of health. The full-noon trill. The song of me. Rising from bed and greeting the sun. Hey, sun. Sun. Sun, sun, sun. Sun, sun, sun. Sun, sun.The last scud of sun holds back for me. It flings my likeness after the rest. And as true as any on the shadow'd wilds It coaxes me to the vapor. And the dusk. I depart as air. I effuse my flesh in eddies. And drift it in lacy jags. And to die. Is different. Than any one supposed And luckier. 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. Failing to fetch me at first.Keep encouraged. Missing me one place. Search another. I stop someplace. Waiting for you.