sábado, 16 de outubro de 2010

Myself - Walt Whitman

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 loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back awhile sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

E lembro que há 12 anos li essas estrofes pela primeira vez. Neste tempo, alguns versos passaram a fazer um sentido diferente.

1 comentário:

SC disse...

o cara é O cara. e o parágrafo 21 é um autorretrato:

I am the poet of the body, and I am the poet of the soul.
The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself - the latter I translate into a new tongue.
I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, and I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man...