< Miradouro da alma: Leaves of grass

04 março 2006



Leaves of grass



Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning--as, first, I here and now
Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name

Walt Whitman

1 Comentários:

Blogger Cacau escreveu...

Encantas-me de todas as vezes que cá venho meu querido..:)

Beijo grande

05 março, 2006 21:03  

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