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

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

























By Walt Whitman



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.


Fonte: www.algumapoesia.com.br



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