“SONG OF MYSELF – by Walt Whitman – (category: English Text)

Postado por Rita de Cássia ligado mai 1, 2017 em ENGLISH TEXT | 0 Comentários

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SONG OF MYSELF


By Walt Whitman

 


I CELEBRATE 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 loafe at my ease, observing a spear


[ of summer grass.


Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the


[ shelves are crowded with perfumes;


I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and


[ like it;


The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I


[ shall not let it.


The atmosphere is not a perfume—it has no taste


[ of the distillation—it is odorless;


It is for my mouth forever—I am in love with it;


I will go to the bank by the wood, and become


[ undisguised and naked;


I am mad for it to be in contact with me.


The smoke of my own breath;


Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root,


[ silk-thread, crotch and vine;


My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my


[ heart, the passing of blood and air through


[ my lungs;


The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of


[ the shore, and dark-color’d sea-rocks,


[ and of hay in the barn;


The sound of the belch’d words of my voice,


[ words loos’d to the eddies of the wind;


A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching


[ around of arms;


The play of shine and shade on the trees as the


[ supple boughs wag;


The delight alone, or in the rush of the streets,


[ or along the fields and hill-sides;


The feeling of health, the full-noon trill,


[ the song of me rising from bed and
[ meeting the sun.

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