Song of Myself
(final fragment)
de Walt Whitman(2004)
1 min lectură
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. . . .
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me agian 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.
(1855)
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- Autor
- Walt Whitman
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2004
- Cuvinte
- 100
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 12
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Walt Whitman. “Song of Myself.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/walt-whitman/poezie/song-of-myselfIntrebari frecvente
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